Waiting in the afternoon
For her sun to rise.
Imagining those Texan sunbeams
Across her waking Texan eyes.

And hearing her voice,
Her laughter glows,
Warming me from the soul out,
The life in me, reborn, grows.

And crossing the ocean,
Strings of care,
Intertwined with worry,
When the other's not there.

And losing connection,
At the worst time,
When exchanged words are brightest,
Interference steals rhythm and rhyme.

And wishing her goodnight,
Whoever tires first,
Never wishes to admit it,
As we treasure every word.

And the most precious gemstone,
Couldn't half compare,
With the chill that rocked my heart,
As I drew her perfect stare.

And falling into sleep,
Smiling as I do,
As my dreams are filled always,
With the beauty that is you.