It is 4 am and the stars are still out,
dawn has not even turn the page and
my thoughts turn to you,
Your voice murmur my name in the dark,
as you reach out to me and I instinctively know to curl up beside you.
It is exactly one hundred and forty-four miles between us and I tell you
that time and distance does not matter,
I am yours,
The half way point greets me – a rusted weather vane on Gospodor Monument
showing me the way to you,
my heart sings with anticipation,
The universe works in mysterious ways my friend,
we have found each other again – a million stars twinkling in the night sky,
and we have found each other again.