A cup of black coffee set cooling.
A half eaten cinnamon roll sat beside it.
I sit dozing off and on in front of the computer.
You face is the screen saver. An old surfer
Song croons on the radio. The birds slowly
Shake off their slumber. The sounds
Of the traffic grows louder. Slowly
The sun creeps over the horizon.
My thoughts drift to an image of you.
Lying in your bed. Asleep in your beauty.
In my mind I reach out and touch your hair.
As if I were there you shift in the bed.
I sit in an imaginary chair beside your bed
And look at you. You are so beautiful I cry.
A driving rock song brings me back to
My room. I feel happy and sad at the
Same time. Happy for the memories,
Sad for you are not here with me.
So I lie down and wait for you to call.
Slowly I fall into a fitful sleep. And
Gladly I dream of you.