Stampede of thoughts, through my mind.
Words of coffee, mornings before sunrise, and solace.
I dream softly these days and we’re on our way
to that place we talked about going, when it is all done.
I love you softly these days; my Way of Ways.
We traveled all over creation, in just one weekend
And my soul grows tired but I keep going.
For, to look upon you as you sleep solemnly, made it all worth it.