In the Quiet Hours

i think of you
even in the quiet hours
when time is a tick
and trains make the soft
woooshhhh
on the breeze.
i think of you when i see you
lovely in the light
the sun shining on you:
angel, halo, strong; might
i tell you nothing
and there is nothing
you do not know.
the world is beautiful
when filtered through your eyes.
and i can never be
as amazing, altruistic and true
but i think of you
and wish i could be
and know half as much as you do.
to know you.