Sockdreamer

I came outside and looked at the moon, And thought of you... It's funny how time passes and memories go on I dream of things that never were, Or just haven't come to pass yet. Of times never had and places only dreamt of. And as my veins scream out for a vodka tonic, My head is wrapped in thoughts of you... I close my eyes, and wait for the visions to come And the drapes of my heart open to light... Blinding and glorious, Not the light of the moon itself, Nor something so ordinary as a streetlight But you... your light... From your heart, from your soul From whatever it is that lies in human hearts, that carries even the most