Some times I dream you br holding my heart br and breathless br I wait to see br what you do with br its beating pulse; br I exist then only with br my anxious soul br which hopes br my heart br will return home br and bring you br too. br br Sometimes br I take your kiss br since your are not here br and place it on my lips br and that is many times br enough br for the long night. br br Sometimes I beat back br the lonely hour br within these heartless minutes br and my soul br rides the brocade flower quilt br mother made br knowing br each night br it is the field br where hearts br and souls play. br br At the edge of my endurance br I wrap my own arms br around my torso br for my good night kiss.