“I’ve met some folks who say that I’m a dreamer.” I stated.

“I’ve no doubt there’s truth in what they say.” He replied, laughing.

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Nah. A body’s bound to be a dreamer,” he said. “It just takes some time to find reality, you know?”

“Oh, Danny boy,” I frowned. Things went downhill from there, “what is reality? Sometimes, I feel like I’m walking in the air, swimming in a frozen sky and that seems real enough.”

Danny looked at me. “It’s like you’re spinning between constellations and dreams. But I find myself wanting to spin along.”

I asked him shyly, “Why don’t you?”

“I don’t know anymore. I don’t know much at all. I’m beginning to understand however, that you’re my survival. You’re the inspiration for me. But you’re never here! It’s like you’re lost in a February song, or swooping low over an ocean.”

“Come with me!”

“I only wish I could find a way.”

“Take my hand”, I smiled, “and never let go.“

“I’ll never let you go.“