I woke up this morning
Too early to know I was even alive
And I thought of you
Sleeping soundly somewhere out there
Thinking of someone other than me
As the sun was just starting to rise
Out over the horizon
Where I reached out
To try to touch the end of the sky
In hopes of touching you
Knowing that in truth
You'll always be too far away.
July 7, 2002
oooo, i envy your talent in writing!