You are not here and things look gray.
It looks like it may rain.
But it always does this time of year. But as I listen I can hear your voice so clear. As I look in the mirror I can see stars in my eyes. And to me the skies are so blue.
With lots of white clouds.
The waters sparkle with a new shine. As you come toward me I can see a glow surround you.
As you hold me I can feel and see it surround us both. As now we are one, our joy and happiness flows to others.
And this is how it should always be.
Thursday, January 2, 2003