I dream about it.
Over and over again.
Do I realise? Yes.
Over and over again.
Dear lord,
How puzzling and mystical are life's ways.
When we choose to believe.
Lesser in ourselves and more, in thee.
This one last prayer, I shall forever offer and, with new eyes I shall see.
Thinking of you,
Sleep trickled between my brows
I am awaiting to,
Hear you laugh,
Make you cry,
Argue your speeches
Cuddle and roll with you
Every sunset..
The list just grows.