He waits for me with hands strong.
Eyes which ask for golden slumbers.
A passionate song awakening in the forest of sun stream glories and soft lullabies.
A walk in the evergreens, a pebbled path with picnic tables ensconced upon the tapestry of emerald everlasting spiraling carpet.
Visions of a river, clear crystal water flowing ever so swiftly, ever so consistently.
Calling me to a place of forgotten memories, kept alive by but a glimpse of the overflowing of the streams cascading upon the rocks.
And there she sits, and there she awaits.
A silhouette against the darkened sky.