Once Upon A Shadow, Deep Inside A Dream

Feelings of Life

A warm wind blows,
Rustling the English Ivy that climbs up the side of the Fine Arts Building.
The lunch bell rings,
Teens swarm out of classrooms.
A group of people sit on a low wall,
Laughing and talking,
Flipping and dancing.
Of all these people one stands out.
He has sandy blond hair,
A really gorgeous smile,
Chocolate brown eyes.
When he thinks he has a habit of,
Running his fingers through his hair.
He wears khaki pants and sandals,
And usually a white tee shirt.
He carries a green hiking backpack.
Happiness is in the air around the group,
But love is in the air around me.
I feel free when I'm around him,
No one can make me feel the way he does.

N.A.K.S.*

Circa 1994-1995

*This was about a senior at my high school named Ryan Gilbert. I was a freshman.