Barely conscious at 2 a.m.
My last wakened thoughts
Are of you.

Your laughter crying quietly
And your eyes glistening with the power
Of a newborn emotion.

In just one wonderful moment
We realized
Something.

We can feel young and important
Have the freedom to feel the lightness
Of a childhood sky.

We can ride the winds,
And hope,
And fascinate.

As I sleep tonight, I will dream
A hundred-thousand tiny pictures
All of you.

And when I awake
With you on my lips,
I will know.