You're always there

When I lay between my sheets
with my structure so bare
All I have to do is think
and you'll always be there
In the summer evening breeze
where no person is near
All I have to do is breath
and you'll always be there
When I rest my aching heart
as I sit in my pillowed chair
I slowly close my eyes
knowing you're likely to be there
when I catch the first night star
in it's magnificent wonder's glare
all I have to do is wish
and you'll instantly be there
In the mornings falling dew
where the feeling is quite queer
I rubbing my drowsy eyes
to see you're always there
when the month is over with
and the days have gone elsewhere
your plane would have landed
and then you'd really be there