The Birth of a Dream

Dreaming of a gentle breath
The weight of love inside my soul
To come to me on angels feet
Before my body gets too old
The oldest version of "new math"
When one plus one somehow makes three
And from our lives there comes one more
A better version of you and me
So for tonight, the next, beyond
Behind closed eyes, my heart has smiled
While in my sleep I dream about
The day that I will meet my child