Stray dogs

A bright summer's day
When you wait a call to go out
A silent winter's night
When you wait for conversations to sprout
Do you know that day, do you know that night?
That lonely quest, that solemn plight?
Do you feel it now, do you hear it too?
Perhaps right now it could all be untrue
If only you were here
Or we both happened to be there

But perhaps there is a way
When there's something we feel the need to say
For me to be there and you to be here
When no one else is anywhere near
So let these humble words take yours away
And let your spirit free and go astray
I might be here
And you may be there
But perhaps somewhere in between
Our spirits find a way to meet