i can hear it,
across a sea of whimsy
across an ocean of tears
held on a breath of circumstance
and in the arms of what a dream can be
a silence deafening
a roar of distant wanting
like a lost child
in a crowd of strangers
i will love you
i will always love you
and look to the sky
and dream to fly
in clouds of white
away from the here and now
the lowliness of being
that person that was simply
not me.