A Figment Of Imagination.

From what I see, my hopes wait at doors waiting for the keys
But you make my fears fade away , like the clouds do to the stars maybe?

So, we are light years away, the stars gossip about our distances
But you silence me , like the sounds of universe do to the chirps maybe?

From what I see, The seconds we talk are the the hours we never made through
But you freeze me , like the winter cold does to the trees maybe?

So, we are thousands of nautical miles away , the waves whisper about it
But you mix me up, like the falling rains do to the crying eyes maybe?