What images run through moments of quiet contemplation?
Do any songs or moments send a thought my way?
Perhaps I hold these dreams too closely.
‘Tis not an easy thing to let slip hope away.
If asked I answer truthfully
To this question, you fear to say.
Let me go or tell of something.
I cannot hear your thoughts of me this day.
Sadness comes from not knowing.
To lose the bond for want of one small need.
Fields of dreams I waste time sowing.
All left to whither, water without seed.
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