Tis The Season

This thing you think,- In the question

I'll answer,- Yes, we think, -the same things

Holding thoughts close,- in memory

Us, - in every dream, cause we were meant.

Yearning to wake up,- to you

Left to dream, so we dreamt...

Time tics,- when we've fallen

Together we slip,

- deep, left to dream- so we dreamt

Secret lovers kept, hidden

Passions run deep, - as the oceans

You speak...

This thing you think, - In the question

I'll answer

Would you listen?

As my words rain down,- unto your ears

My dear,

Prancer,- I'll help guide the way

Your heart beckons,- I'll slay (sleigh)

These thoughts, dreams

Will become gifts, - one day.