Oh, to be a thought
In someone’s mind.
To be the words
On someone’s lips.
To be the dream they search for,
But never find.
To be the warmth
Upon their fingertips.
Oh, to be the song
In someone’s heart.
To be the rhyme
They’ve tried so long to pen.
To occupy the spaces
Between their thoughts.
To open up your heart
Time and time again.