Dearest Josie,

I am lost for words.

Thinking of you today and reminded of one of our songs from so many years ago…

Here in the quiet hours
Where the wind cries in the rain
When the sound of every raindrop
Is as subtle as a train
Here in the times of freedom
Where the dreamer has the power
It’s here that I dream you
Here in the quiet hours

Here in the quiet hours
Where the night becomes a haven
When I give in to the silence
For the thoughts that I’d been saving
Here could be a mystery
Where the garden has no flowers
It’s you who is on my mind
Here in the quiet hours

Here in the quiet hours
Where the clock dial lights the room
When the phone rings at 3am
And it’s just a voice from the moon
Here are all my reasons
Where I climb the highest towers
It’s a wonder that I miss you
Here in the quiet hours

Here in the quiet hours
Where the sand fills my eyes
When the dreams that I’ve had
Are too real to be realized
Here is where I knew you
Where the night pours down in showers
It’s here that I wait for you
Here in the quiet hours

Robert S. Dean - SoundCloud Song Channel