sometimes in those moments, before sleep sets in, or on those sunday evenings, wistful song lines run across those planes of places you have never been... your heart knows it's not yet home... your thoughts are numb in awareness of something, missing, wondering, what this is all about? when will we know? how would we know? is it real? what could it be?
and for that split second, there's a moment of hope... a moment of clarity, but before you can touch it, hang onto it... it's gone. and you're left with nothing... not even a faint memory....
