The stars glisten in the soft summer air,

And my fingers merge one with two and three;

I lay on my back and whisper a prayer

That you witness the same sky as me.

The lines that my hand paints are imagined,

But I can see all of them in my mind,

And each colorful hue does shift and bend

To fit the place which it has been assigned.

The starry night kisses my bloodshot eyes

As I finally drift into sweet slumber,

And I shall find the very best surprise

When I wake and with light heart discover

            That you, My Love, are right in front of me;

            I will rush into your arms and just breathe.