There are some things I cover with water,
layer upon layer, for them to fray...

Your words,
when they came as whispers...

Sometimes
I still cup my hands over my ears...

When you wind me round and round,
you always sing along...

Yesterday, I had a dream.
And in that dream...

You once told me how
when you're alone...

Your hands, when you close their fingers,
fold like water between your eyes...

I wonder why your tears still encircle
the world like a song unsung...

She once told me of your tears, your pain;
your misty sighs whispered from a shell refrained...

seeing you fade to enclose us
as a sentence broken and whispered...

On my adventures, I sometimes see
teddies looking just like me...

I still wish and whisper, hope and plea
(with every shooting star I pretend to see...