I know things
That how you are fire
An engulfing force of real
I feel things
The fullness of your beliefs
How your sleeping form casts a spell
On the dust world
All the makers of dust tip their caps at how the glow perfectly captures how it is to be a dream
I see
The drape of your hair and the shimmer of your eyes and how your laughter is everything I need
The way nothing will ever be equal to holding your hand at the carnival, in the flashing lights on the ferris wheel
Winning Waylon Jennings feather clips
And just always laughing with each other
I hope
You will always dance with abandon with me, interpreting the world perfectly