Can't sleep, thunderheads above now
In the dark
Crashing, rolling, unleashing
The sky was cobalt and pink this evening
My son's hair blond against the snow
Studying the horizon
Take me back
The earnest intensity of his expression
The innocence of his mind
That was once mine
I can remember
Where the pink sky more than pays
For the storm that follows
Unheard by drowsy little ears beneath
Blond hair
Laid down on soft pillows, where sleep comes
Sweet like an old friend
Like the threeyearold I myself used to be
Long-lost friend of mine
From way back
When my own hair and thoughts
Were lighter