If the night could talk
Some nights I talk to you. Only to realize I was just having a surreal dream. So vivid that I await an answer even though deep in my core I know nothing will be returned.
Nights like these remind me just how precious people are in your life. Those ones that knocked you down and lifted you up at the same time. Those who felt a need to correct you when your mind had not quite grasped the meaning.
Those people that fade in memories but are radiant in dreams. Only for the fact that the impression in your life, still lingers.
Today I had so badly wanted to say how my day went and yet I knew no words would be given. No scriptures to seize inside my mind. No laughter to echo throughout my soul. These are those days I miss.
And yet, I hope long days down the road I will glance up and see your face shining bright pearly whites. Holding out arms for a hug of delight.
See that is what guides me to hope. This is the uplifting that is left behind. This is the motivation that steers me towards the right doors, the narrow path.
And how does the night fold in? Well time I close my eyes. Get back to my conversations and continue to maintain my goals.
One day life, paradise, will expand and your face is the first to knock into my life. This is what I keep talking to you about. Dreams.
So I keep holding onto the hope and lean into my faith. Bringing in support and love until your face is before me once more.
Nights like these remind me just how precious people are in your life. Those ones that knocked you down and lifted you up at the same time. Those who felt a need to correct you when your mind had not quite grasped the meaning.
Those people that fade in memories but are radiant in dreams. Only for the fact that the impression in your life, still lingers.
Today I had so badly wanted to say how my day went and yet I knew no words would be given. No scriptures to seize inside my mind. No laughter to echo throughout my soul. These are those days I miss.
And yet, I hope long days down the road I will glance up and see your face shining bright pearly whites. Holding out arms for a hug of delight.
See that is what guides me to hope. This is the uplifting that is left behind. This is the motivation that steers me towards the right doors, the narrow path.
And how does the night fold in? Well time I close my eyes. Get back to my conversations and continue to maintain my goals.
One day life, paradise, will expand and your face is the first to knock into my life. This is what I keep talking to you about. Dreams.
So I keep holding onto the hope and lean into my faith. Bringing in support and love until your face is before me once more.
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