There are sounds and melodies that bring to my mind such dreams:
A smile, a quiet happy gaze into my eyes; as if I were something worth wanting.
Bright, clear, and gentle sunlight.
A dress twirling in the cool breeze,
bare feet dancing in the grass.
Dreams too beautiful to touch with my stained hands.

All I know is that I long so deeply, and it hurts.
I would see your smile again,
not the one you show as a guard for your mind and heart,
but I would see the smile that plays across your face
when you wear your mind and heart upon your lips.
A smile too beautiful to touch with my stained hands.

We sang together once,
your voice wrapped up in mine, and mine in yours.
And that music seeped through the stones in my walls.
It broke my soul, and I was left without hopes of repair.
But I would drink of your voice once more,
A voice too beautiful to say my name.