fast forward to the next time i hear your voice

running like a deer into a isolated area

awaiting with breath that whispers your name

letter by letter into the winter air

fresh minted stars are dancing overhead

relaxing and thinking of the many ways

i hear your pressence on me

if i ran a clock i would fast forward everything

for that magical time and slow down the other factors

for every moment with the thought of you

is something to always look forward to