We spin webs of dreams, My friend and I, Castles in faraway countries, Turrets stretching into the sunrise. In our fevered imaginations Orchestras play, As honey-golden sunshine seeps through the blinds. Laughs fly from our mouths like startled birds, And our hands weave bright patterns in the air As we gesture and explain, Looking curiously, with a mix of wonder and fear, Into each other’s eyes, And delighting in the bright jewels we find there, In each other’s minds. And when we are apart, our letters fly, Like fat white birds Across the countryside.
