I’ll remind you of the touch my hand,
Ahead of thousands of seconds that pass by
Our rosy young cheeks and cheeky tongues.
Remind me that you were mine,
With round eyes colored by ocean waves.
Bless me with a waking morning soon
When we are not parted by a dozen moons.
Find me sleeping with our words and punctuation
Under a bridge of running, unbridled water,
Wake me gently from this dark slumber.