I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for
you are tranquility.

I think of you on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.

I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
for that is my song, and you are the music.

You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse,
As my eyes are closed upon a feathered pillow.

In that secret place called sleep,
It is you that I search for,
Through shades of darkness and clouds of cotton.

When do I think of you?
Every moment of my life.
And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought...
it will be of you.

How could fate have separated us?
I think of you and miss you.

I think of your warm and inviting smile
of the laughter that now brings tears

I think of your small body wrapped in my arms
of the hands that caressed my hair

I think of evenings in front of a