where do
your quiet
thoughts
go?

and how
can I
meet
them
there.

and curl
around
them and
dream
through
the night.

as old
friends,

that hide
nothing
and give

everything.

and turn
to one
another
for truth
and innocence.

and lean
against
each other
with trust
and promise.

where do
your wild
thoughts
go?

and if
we could
meet

would you
sing and
dance

with me

a awhile.