to dreams inside that mind of yours
so impossibly aligned
still when you speak of us together i ;
i seem to lose my mind-
once silent, then spoken, now sacred
we trace these coloured lines
of space and time in which
we now are intertwined

to dreams inside these minds of ours
that we gather in our heads
to go wherever you may be
and call that home instead;
from stormy shores to mountain tops
to wake up in your bed
to draw a line from yours to mine
a single golden thread

to dreams inside that mind of yours
to these visions that i share
i can see exactly what you mean
when you talk of home somewhere