more middle of the night musings....

i want to be alone with you

no crowds no other voices

some day soon

we'll touch again

we'll drown out all the other noises

i sit and miss the way your hair moves

just a little in the breeze

the home you've never known

my arms are wide

to tend to all your needs

and there's a little space

a little time left

in between the place of growing

and the place of showing us your face

in between us there's a small dark path

if we both start moving we will meet at last

i want to see the sky with you

follow your eyes to the farthest star

where you've been, we'll go again

on wings and things

made from the finest in my heart

i lay here dreaming

of your palm, the size of petals

sweet as early summer's roses bloom

your cheek a magic picture window

your breathing, filling up the room

but there's still a little space

a little time left

in between the place of growing

and the place of showing us your face

in between us there's a small dark path

now if we both start moving we will meet at last