There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and righteously

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.