Maybe
Maybe you raised those glasses
and thought about me for a minute,
smiled and wished my dreams came true.
Maybe there were times when you believed,
like I do now,
that stars hear our broken whispers.
Maybe our souls are not that much different
and once we all shared the same dream,
that somewhere over the glass,
over the curtain is the world where we belong.
Maybe our hearts beat in the same rhythm
and one day we will raise those glasses together,
talk the whole night through and I will fear no more.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2014
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