Written Somewhere Up There...I Hope

"..I want to fall from the stars,
straight into your arms.."

Dear lonely isle,

Last night I dreamt of stars. We were lying down on the grass, looking up at the starlit sky.
All I could see were the stars.
The sky was full of blinking, winking lights.
It was absolutely beautiful.
But the stars weren't the only beautiful lights in my sky.
I saw two looking right back at me, looking down into my eyes.
I held my breath.

It was the perfect moment.

love, joyce.