I wish I could take a gold dipped dream
Spin it into a thread as delicate as our destinies
And weave with it a story or song for you.
A story to glitter like a million and one stars when the light of hope glints off it.
A song to shimmer like the moon’s palest glow even when despair shuts out the sun.
But until I learn how to weave dreams, I’ll weave my fingers with yours
Because that is where my dreaming first began.