Before the night is called.


Before the night is called.

I look up at the stars.

I wonder of your happiness.

I hope you are not far.


I wish that you could smile.

At every thing you touched.

For in the world you travel.

You are the key that means so much.


Every blinking light.

Reminds me of your part.

They are forever burning bright.

Like the beauty of your heart.


And then I close my eyes.

I breathe a silent sigh.

And I wish with all my heart.

You hear my late goodnight.


Pleasant Dreams.