Thoughts on Strings

When I think of my friend, I hear a voice in the wind.

No, child, no, it’s just trees in the wind.

When I think of my friend, I sense someone near.

No, child, no, it’s just something you fear.

When I dream at night, I am in my friend’s dreams.

No, child, no, that’s just how it seems.

When my friend is sad, it pulls my heartstrings.

No, child, no, you’re imaging things.

My senses aren’t lying, they’re just telling me things

That no one knows how to measure or see.

They tell me the universe is connected with strings.

No, child, no, you’re imagining things.