What is it that you’re thinking? Before you close your eyes.
After you draw the curtains and take off your disguise.
Do you whisper this secret aloud, for only the night to hear?
Does it make you melancholic or fill your heart with cheer?
This dream you hope to conjure just by thinking it to be.
Is it something you’d share, is it something I could see?
I’d like to think these things you think, will one day be true.
That you find a little piece of hope put in place just for you.