I would ride with you across the plains,
Toward the future, toward the setting sun.
Every moment cherished, for these small arcing letters yearn to express
How much I ache to be with you,
To see your eyes smile at me, as we sit cross-legged on the bed.
You are my sun, my stars, my blinding universe,
And all the infra-red goggles in the world
Could not illuminate more of your beautiful face
Than my mind sees now.