If I imagine what you say,
A world unfolds in shades of gray.
Is it truth, or fancy's flight,
Are these whispers dancing in the night?

Do you yearn, or do you doubt?
Hopeful whispers, or a mournful shout?
My mind was a canvas, vast and white,
Painted by what I think you might.

But true connection, heart-to-heart,
It needs spoken words to play its part.
So let your voice, clear and true,
Replace the whispers, me and you.
Towards another dream, if I Imagine what you say