Monday, August 19, 2013

He loves me...

It's strange
I wake up every morning and 
Reach over
With my heart
Across mountains and rivers
Streams and oceans
And stars - so many stars...

A push
Slow as the dawn
Rolling steadily forward
Touching and lighting every hill
And curve and line
With fire

I send him his smile.
The one he gave to me.
And I hope.

I hope.