I dream about sitting with you
under the ever-green leaves of the morning,
soaking up the cold winter sun
and drinking in your light.
I long for the smell of cedar trees,
flannel sheets, and the feel of your cold feet
pressed against mine
as we slowly drift off to sleep.
I want it so much that it makes my heart ache
at the thought of our footprints in the snow,
leading up to the door of our home and
the trails in the woods of the acres beyond.
When I close my eyes, I travel thousands of miles
until I am next to you, sitting by the fire,
holding your hand,
and telling you that I love you.