
You watch me from the landscape at the end of the bed
With dots that gently glisten, I’m sure not in my head
I see you when I first wake and in the times between
Dots that seem to join you up, although your not quite seen.
I wish you’d form a little more so I can clearly see
Your face, your eyes and all of you watching over me
I know you come in love and light, that your intent is true
I only wish I was certain, that it is really you.