Years may go by

I want to tell you, I do. I spoke with you last night, and I spoke with you last week. And you, you said my name yesterday. The trouble I have today is my dreaming, is that I remember your voice and I remember the way your hand floated so gently to touch my face just before you placed your lips on mine. The trouble is you have no idea how tall I see you, in that light there between the browns and greens of the stretching branches.