Some Times Before Slumber
Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers
Of sheep in the back of my mind;
I drift into blue and think about you
And me in those long ago times.
When living gets lost in those waves we once tossed
Each other near the shores of our youth;
Where the sounds of your laughter for here ever after
Remind me of rain on an old tin roof.
Dancing with delight at the thought of the sight
Still smiling after all these years;
Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers
I can see you, ever so clear.
In the depths of my being at the edge of dreaming
Of you resting in my embrace;
Where the seagulls still fly and you first caught my eye
Way back in that once perfect place.
Where now I see clearly, perhaps as nearly
As the colors of sunrise at dawn;
Of memories made that won’t ever fade
Well after they say I’m gone.
Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers
Of days between now and then;
I feel myself glowing in the warmth of knowing
While sleeping I’ll see you again.
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