Can you hear me?

Can you hear the way I knock against your ribs, thrum in your mind like an old forgotten tune?

Oh, do not ignore me, I am not so easily forgotten.

I play in the hilly fields of your dreams, dance among the veins of your desire, sing in the halls of your song,

I am the one thing you will never lose.

Do not discard me, you creature of fear, your heart so hardened you try to forget my name.

But, you cannot forget it, for I am the holder of yours and you are the holder of mine.

You can be all that I dream of,

You dream of,

We dream of.

So, never forget me, growing thing,

For I am the seed you come from.