Goodnight, God bless you.

Sometimes I wonder...
I hope sometimes.

That maybe we are the same somedays.
Most days.

In that, as I lay my head down and reflect on all that has occurred that the moment could only be complete if I might have you close.

Feeling you breath as we reflect together, as we did that night under the stars except with you in my arms.

For me, that sometimes has become most times.
At times it materializes
Into the short and cruel times I am blessed to dream of this moment.

Once again I lay my head down in reflection, but not on my day, but instead on you.

God bless you...
Please pray for me.
As I pray for you.