Can I tell you my stories that I pull from my mind?
From every day, moment, and feeing that I find?
Would you listen as the stars do, with their flickering lights?
Would you jump with me through a thousand memories,
would you hear like the trees who carry my dreams through the soft autumn breeze?
Would you listen to the words that break from my lungs like butterflies taking flight?
Would you hear me speak as my mouth grows dry
and the moon pulls herself higher in the sky?
Would you hide with me in this perfect reverie?