At the end of my day
as I drift off to sleep
an image of you
in my head starts to creep of a smile at a fair
sunset near a shore
a kiss in the dark as my lips beg for more
of days that go past where I can't touch your hand
of those moments so dull
ones I can't stand
when I am not near enough just to see how you look
through my eyes where I want you to be
for if I had my way at least once every day  I could kiss you
and touch you and hold you and say
" How hard it must be for the stars in the sky to gaze down on earth
how it must make them sigh to see you down there so far away
They know just how I feel at the end of the day." Sweet dreams