As I watched the morning sun ascend over the horizon of the Earth, you were there.
As we traveled to a new world, to leave a home we once knew, you were there.
As we joined a band of wind instruments to carry on the sound, you were there.
As I separated from consciousness, those very nights, you were there.
As we dreamed many dreams, but I dreamed of you. You were there.
This poem is not by SirB. It is by a common folk, expressing the feelings of love and wisdom, that a premature man and women would feel.
His poem is by my friend, he wanted to give me a poem as a surprise, guess he posted it here. Lol!