Not quite awake and not quite asleep
you pray for love to ever keep
you from running aground
on the shallows and the shoals
you make
To your delight she moves to hold you
soft and tender to enfold you
to nestle her head nice and
close against your neck
in what might be part
of a perfect start
to the love you dreamed
in your prayer
for heart to heart
Awake you see in her gentle ways
the wish to fill you with her grace
and her touches and her kisses
and her telling you
what love can be
Till silent rain and your hazy hope
one day conspire to elope
with the courage and the honesty
you need as an ethereal
pain departs
with your drifting heart
as you take for granted
her gift of
heart to heart
You say your piece and she starts to cry
you speak again you ask her why
does the silence in her
and the silence in you
increase
She doesn't know and she tells you so
she turns away and sets to go
and you stay with your dream
and you wonder at the hurting
and so you start
to drift apart
from the things unsaid
and the lack of
heart to heart
Her footsteps trace across your page
and find you hiding in your cage
and find the lover she knew
and find the dreamer you hid
from her
then hid from you
You think of her quite a lot these days
you see her smile her graceful ways
and you wish you could talk
and could tell her what your
troubles were
You saw her once with a child or two
she looked your way but not at you
and the ache in your soul as you
wish you could have gone to her
stuns the part
of your friendless heart
that had not the courage
to love her
heart to heart
