A susurrant hum of that internal voice.
That voice of hope. Of dreams.
His face is a constant shade that fades in the moment I awake.

To You Stranger,

Reveal all that I long for.
Show me what it is to believe.
Make my flesh weak.
But my heart strong.

Give rise to that,
Which has been lost.
Bring back to me,
What others do not cherish.
Persuade my flesh that it is real.
That which is alive in me,
Is alive in you.