Today they have all left me: the everyday words we use with one another, the everyday thoughts---the worries forever. I can feel the dreams inside me struggling to find their way, Looking for the words to write that will brush the clouds from the sun. Then the spring of hope begins and eyes shine with fire and storm... Still, no one notices, and the crowds walk by. But a process has begun that one day might bloom Into the kind of words I'm looking for to write, to express how many of these dreams are of you.