Without a sound she slips into sleep,
dreaming of what will come.
Of him,
of his touch,
his smile,
his eyes.
Where are you, lover of mine?
I have waited for you
a thousand years or so it seems.
Moving through this world,
seeking your face,
listening for your voice.
Take me into your heart
and know I think of you,
because I know you think of me,
love of mine.