'You're a dreamer. Dreamers are often misunderstood.'

A race horse, a pace horse, I hear the crickets scream. To the finish line I race, I've won before I started, I beam. Strolling amongst the silence, my voice cracks the air. I'm alone on the track, no one to collect my fare. It's peaceful and pleasant, a mild and warm night. A bird chirps, says goodnight to the world, jumps, and takes flight. I run round the track, making the turn. My goal, the finish line, forever I yearn. She says I know you a little, but I know horses well. I ask, do you trust them, and do they treat you just as well? The bird yells, calls to its mate. I will sing forever, no worries the wait. This is my tree, the only one around. Constantly waiting, singing my sound. So loud, yet gracious, full of confidence and beauty. I hear you in the distance, calling ever so smoothly. I receive a stranger in the night, my own personal guardian. She walks with me silently, influencing, and wanderin. Friendly and trusting, leading my way. Each step I take, closer to another day. Closer to you, closer to that smile. Consuming at best, makes me forget the mile. I want to share this peace, this silence, this morning. Maybe one day I'll hold you, we slowly keep forming. Ers, is, I'm lost, and not yet found. Unconsciously walking, hovering above the ground. She says I'd follow you home, she says it with her eyes. Each time she speaks, she laughs, and heaven sighs. Eventually the world will stop turning, and all of our questions will be answered. But for the moments sake, I think you're pretty and quite the dancer. You make me smile, full of overwhelming joy. I feel it down to my ankles, this isn't a ploy. I'm at home already, the walk what a breeze. Each time you call me, we talk, oh what a tease. For the real thing to come, one day, possibly. Enjoy yourself over there, it will come suddenly. I'm ready today, don't want it to end. Goodnight I'll say now, my heart I continue to lend.