(It's funny thing things you find when you're moving...this was written for you, Fred, a long time ago. I know it's late and I know we are in the middle of a breakup but I think you deserve to hear it...)

Little Treasures

A thousand lifetimes

I would seek a thousand more

for one kiss,

one smile,

one moment in your arms.

The brush of lips

on fevered skin.

Softly spoken vows,

in the darkness.

Each a treasured gem,

hoarded against the dawn.