Iím swimming through the cold ocean of space,
Rainbow coloured stars racing past, bubbling up to the surface.
Searching for the first star on the right.
Oops, ran out of pixie dust, and now Iím falling.
Down, down, down, back to the Earth, back to the ground.
There I am young again, 13, lying on my back in the grass,
My parentís yard, the perfect place to see the stars.
Clear, cold night air wrapping around me.
My heartís filled with wonder, faith, trust,
The world hasnít stolen these from me yet.
Itís so beautiful out here and I know that everything will always be ok.
The darkness fades and Iím walking through a forest.
Sunlight is filtering down through the trees, lighting my path.
The cool crisp air fills my lungs with moist forest smells.
A gentle breeze sweeps through the trees, leaves rustling.
The world is at peace.
My eyes are closed.
I hear the gentle patter of rain on my window.
The computer birds twitter and tweet away.
I can smell him, sweet heavy aroma of smoke and sweat.
His hands brush the hair from my face and I open my eyes.
A smile is spread across his face, lighting the dark.
My heart swells with love and joy.
Stars shine in his eyes and I know there will never be another.
Soft lips press gently to mine,
And everything is perfect.