Frayed Dreams

and when it rains while i dream tonight

and my senses can feel only in gray,

will there be a pavement where footsteps echo,

or a breeze carrying words we don't say?

and when our laughter is but a memory

fading with each passing thought,

will there be anyone to walk with me

and look for what I've always sought?

and while the grass grows longer

around us where we stand,

if i open my fingers out against the wind

will i feel the touch of a hand?

our shadows they cross each other

but never quite seem eye to eye.

for we once forbade their smiles to touch,

though they still don't understand why...

Image courtesy - 5 Centimeters per Second, by Makoto Shinkai