at night while you are sleeping my heart
goes walking on its little white walking feet,
with a little white moon following behind it --
my heart goes walking in its sad little walking
shoes, my heart goes walking and the sky is
full of stars there's no traffic in the street it is
dark -- dark dark dark! and the night is an owl
blinking its eyes and keeping things to itself
(i know you keep things to yourself and i know
i keep things to myself everyone keeps things
to themselves! the mailman the crossing guard
the cop in his cop car the thief in his mask of
fear), and my heart keeps things to itself too,
for example how much i love you, even after all
these years -- my heart, which goes walking
and sees many things -- driveways mailboxes
chimney tops bill collectors garbage trucks
basketball hoops cats in windows dogs at the
door -- many things! this is my secret, this is
who i am, a man who loves you and the world
which keeps turning with us in it, the world
which keeps on dreaming -- in fact the world
is dreaming right now as i write these words,
the world is dreaming little white dreams – like
you do, dreaming in your little white dreaming
bed, while this heart of mine goes walking