I think of a rooftop at night, clear skies, bright stars, full moon, and sounds of music drifting in from far away… I cannot tell if they come simply from the next rooftop, or from somewhere much farther, somewhere much higher, somewhere currently unattainable.
I picture a rooftop, and I think of you.

I think of a garden in the morning, dew-dropped leaves, misty grounds, foggy skies, and colorful images floating through from somewhere far away… I cannot tell if they come simply from down the road, or from somewhere much closer, somewhere much more intimate, somewhere that always exists around us.
I picture a garden, and I think of you.

I think of a desert at dusk, red sands, purple skies, clear horizons, and familiar scents wafting in on a breeze… I cannot tell if they are simply from my memory, or from somewhere much deeper, somewhere much more coexistent, somewhere that is a part of everyone.
I picture a desert, and I think of you.

I think of a people, smiling mouths, scrawny bodies, dark skin, and a face appearing out of nowhere… I cannot tell if it was simply another person, one of the crowd, or from someone much more than that, someone much braver, someone that I think about every day.
I picture a people, and I think of you.