Almost every night I stare into the window of cyberspace, like a suitor outside the window of my lover, tossing pebbles to wake and call her to me. The verses, poems, and sentiments within these pages are a year's worth of pebbles tossed out to the ether in abject hope that they would reach those I love with a profound sense of desire for them to know my unfaltering dedication to their happiness. Sometimes, despair over takes me at the psychic distance between my heart and theirs, as is the conundrum of all who love. It's our other-ness that is the source of both the joy and the pain that comes with joining and separating again, undulating in the waxing and waning of the waves of circumstance. Each page is a good night wish, and a knock at the window of my lover's soul.