Every time I close my lids
Photo by Baraa Jalahej from Pexels Every time I close my heavy lids I hope it's you that I dream of. In the dark embrace of the silent night I hear it's you the stars sing of. I long for you Like a hopeless romantic, Parallel lines longing to meet. I look for you like I look for the tunes Of a new song on repeat. I feed these embers To bloom into a fire So I'll never ever be cold. But some days I wonder If you gaze homeward Or you'd rather not let it unfold. Photo by brenoanp from Pexels