On a summer night warmth is needed for a pair of cold hands. It's late enough to hear the voices of hopeful men and women desperately seeking comfort for at least a night. The bars are giving their signal for last call. Richmond closes early. My wishes have already been made to the moon and the stars tonight and, the cool breeze that flows through my window, has called me to sleep. Sleep to dream. If you'd listen to your heart, you'd know that, I'd love you if you asked me to.