By the time you read this, your eyes may have fallen to end the day…

The darkness by which you are surrounded is only meant as a blank canvas for you to give light to in letting your imagination and things you have seen as source material paint and structure your dreams…

Oh what a material world has so little to do with what is inside…

A smile that can warm a body even when the bed feels empty… eyes that gaze with a mission to not only look but peer into and touch the soul… a touch that lingers upon the skin and in memory… and words that can withhold even being spoken have a voice…

none of which can be bought,  but can be given as gifts from the heart… so even if you read this tomorrow accept it…