Under A Shower Of Shooting Stars

And I dream
as from across the ocean
your voice sings
a blanket for me
woven with words
of tender love
to lie under
in this cold night

I dream
that one day
not only your voice
and your heart
but also your eyes,
your lips, your hands
will find their way to me
to be my blanket
and entwined we will lie here
under a shower of
shooting stars