I reached over and ran my fingers through her hair while she traced out some sort of messages on my chest: letters to the future or equations or doodles or love notes; I don't know.  I never asked. We were quiet, dozing for a little while, relaxed and contented.

Love, be a light unto my path. For the night is dark, and unending.

There are skies there, like waves in the ocean, and we can soar through them.  We are the ships; love blows us along.