We'll write our tales of might-have-beens And kiss each other through these tears. We'll enfold ourselves in dreams And meet, each time, we sleep. We'll paint the regrets of yesteryears And find ourselves in its frills. We'll hold these moments deep within And love each other, still. We'll sing our discarded lullabies And clutch hands in between sighs. We'll trudge along the by-ways of never And recall the ghost of a wished forever. And we will, my dearest; we surely will-- Even when I'm not there and you're not here. We'll glean each other in the whispers Of the fluttering, whimsical zephyr. "Interstices" We'll write our tales of might-have-beens And kiss each other through these tears. We'll enfold ourselves in dreams And meet, each time, we sleep. We'll paint the regrets of yesteryears
