I Think of You
When stars blanket the cold, dark vacant sky,
I think of you and why, I'm warm, so warm.
When the water's mirrored on the placid lake,
When the sun is settling softly below ocean view,
When I awake from nightmare's dream,
In times of toil and great indecision,
To every obstacle thrown in our way,
You are never far from my thoughts' view.
On Musser Flowage Near Phillips, Wisconsin. September 1993