I Must Remember
by Marion Waterston
January 13, 2005
You're where you want to be, I must remember that.
You do not feel the healing warmth of sunshine, nor April's cleansing rain.
No song of summer nightbirds can alter your tranquility.
The tumbling leaves of autumn, lie forgotten on the hill.
Even winter's silver promises, fail to woo you from your bed.
You do not miss these things, my love. I miss them for you.
And because they are for you, they are sweeter and more beautiful.
So I will gather them like jewels and hold them close.
And cover them with dreams...
Until that special day when I will find you,
And we shall delight in them together.