dreaming past parking lots and skyscrapers
into night-forests of blooming stars?
Are you pondering the king who became a farmboy,
or the princess who slept at true love's kiss?
Are you wondering about the clouds,the mind that moves the mouth that breathes them?
Are you wandering into lightning storms and gentle rain,
weathering the desert of lost hope?
And do you pause amidst it all
with my name soft upon your lips?
