listening to the dreaming

You leaned in close as if you were trying to hear the song I told you I couldn't get out of my head. But suddenly all I could hear is your silence, and it is so deep and so sweet and so clear, I can still hear it now if I listen.

Maitreya

Late the words move to align themselves about me
because even in the silence I never ceased to hear you sing
I still look for you in my dreams you know
when we meet there sometimes, you are the same friend
I guess I never really allowed myself to know.
Now winters coat is losing her feathers, as we don't speak.
And when the loneliness comes I'm glad she's finally here