Warms my Space

The ambient light that warms my space,

My thoughts follow up in pace,

The happiness that floods these weary bones,

I think that one day I can see your face,

Maybe staring back across the room,

That half smile that knows my schemes,

A scheme we hatched to live our lives,

A happy place without cross or thorns,

So as I stare at this ambient light,

I will your existence into this plane.