I would love to be able to write All the thoughts I think in the night. But so often I can't remember Even the faintest flickering ember Of what once sat in my mind And was seen by me of Dreamkind I wish I could record All of what I think Then I would hoard And pen down with ink Every sight and sound From Heaven to the ground If only I could share With someone who would care And be able to taste All that I paste. Be able to smell All that I tell. If only my wish would come true. Let me share these thoughts with you.