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.