It doesn't matter that the pitter-patter of rain woke me, I was awake and that's what counts, not the sheep I counted before sleep overtook me, not the dreams you starred in which I admit shook me, but I should be so lucky.

Winter,
and we're approaching
I'm sitting in coach
She,
is in first class.

The stars align
yours and mine,
and not before time
I might add.

In her eyes I see sunshine
there is warmth in her smile.