i slip into a dream
it's sometime between late and early
and this is where i find you
the bugs sing at their own tempos
as we walk a steady pace down the longer of the paths
we don't stop because we don't want to miss it.
the hills below us sleeping,
criss-cross applesauce you and me waiting
oversized sweater that smells just like your voice
this will be the first one i have ever seen
your arms around me harmonize with the warmth of a newborn day
and for the first time i'm certain;
home is not where i've come from
but rather the way the sun rises when you look at me.