Love is Power

It is bed time for me, little one. You are playing away the night, at an open mic performance. You will return home, alone, in the midnight blue darkness. The stars will twinkle overhead the frozen earth and the naked branches of our ancient cedars. Yet the same moon will dance its light into the windows of both of our bedrooms, bedrooms miles -- states apart. And like that moon, that midnight blue sky, and those twinkling stars, our love will forever connect us, no matter how far the distance.

Sleep well, little one.