Sometimes,
before we fall asleep,
near future comes
to us in flashes,
like pinpricks of light that
pierce the dust in the cell
of our long life.
Golden visions,
marks on our skin,
ticks on a list,
dreams unbidden.
I see you older by a day,
laughing away.
I think there can be no sunlight
without your face.
In the instant before I sleep;
there is hope