I hope to see you another morning. When we can rest upon our troubles and use them as cushions as we weave our tales for one another. Rest easy dearest for you have earned it. I know not how long your journey may be, if other journeys will supersede the first and cause our sails to drift further away into the night. I have kept my promise and turned my eyes to the third star and thought of you. Of growing memories being born that I cannot see, but still have seen through your eyes. Your smiles are my smiles, I pocket them greedily from written letter or even spoken thought. My thoughts… yours. Forever.