And when the day is done
when the birds have flown away
I will talk to you

through cloudy skies
or the pouring rain
I will talk to you

when the breath of life is gone
when the night has passed
I will see you

I see you in my dreams
that never surface
in my day of darkness
you are at my side

soon we will meet
and I will know you better

but who are you
and who am I

      N.J. Hartney