Things Without Names

There are things without names

That we dream in our sleep

That we taste on our tongues

Sometimes cold, sometimes sweet

There are feelings and memories

That grow under our skin

That know all the answers

And keep them locked within

There are things without names

That creep in the dark

Restless and yearning

For the morning skylark

There are colors that hover

Just out of our reach

We're grasping at rainbows

We learn, and we teach

There are things without names

That live in our minds

That manifest in daydreams

And take up all our time

There are patterns of shadows

There are footprints in sand

There are waves of exhaustion

After tugging at your hand

There are things without names

Let them continue untouched

Let them always be unnamed

Sometimes names are too much

Sometimes just a whisper

Is all that you might need

An arm around shoulders

And an ear for a story