It's not what you did, but what you didn't do that spoke to me above the wind

You float through my daysYou wander through my dreamsI am falling awake.

Of snowy afternoons,waiting, watching and waiting.To see her small and larger than life.She is both fragile and determined,like a paper umbrella in the rain.

Gentle love,warming the heart,like sunlight dancing on fingertips.

No matter how busy life becomes,I want to be clearFor you and your only,I will always be here.

If the world stops spinning, slowing to a crawl. I will continue to dream of you. Until, I no longer dream at all.