Just something that came out of my mind and literally flowed out, without me stopping. |
( Just want to say how this kinda came about...full moon was out in perfect view tonight and I watched it, for 10-20 minutes. And as I did, I kept talking to God, and if you knew me, you would know that's not really me at all. I could have swore I saw wings attached to the moon, beams shooting out (and no, I wasn't on drugs). Then I came in, and these words just flowed through me, after almost 4 years of not writing anything...not even a haiku. No, I'm no crazy fan or stalker. Just an old soul who thinks she'd find a like one in this man) This is dedicated to the one man who's saved my life countless times, without even knowing it. The one man that I think, if we met, we would be great friends, maybe more if he wasn't married. But friends none the less. I hope this finds it's way to you somehow, and I don't mean just you finding and reading it, no I hope it finds it's way to your soul. It finds its way somewhere that makes you feel...somewhat like I do, that makes you feel like we should meet and talk. Even if its just about how you saved my life. I watched the moon, and saw it's wings. And I swore, I heard it sing. I prayed to a God that I'm not sure is there Just for a chance for you to be here. I told him, in all his wisdom, to hear my plea. For us to just once, meet. For you to come to town, and see me around. A meeting of happenstance. I begged for a single moment for our eyes to meet. For you to see the love in me. Anyway it happens, doesn't matter. I don't care if its random, not random, however. As long as it was sooner, but not now. Things like this, they take time. But I'm breaking down slowly, all I want is for a chance for you to be mine So sooner rather than later, is what I begged. I told him it didn't have to be perfect. I told him, just to let me in to your heart. Friends at first, just one meeting. And from there, I would take the wheel. If it was meant to be, it would be. If I failed, I'd have no one to blame, but me. I begged for a sign, something to let me know he heard. To let me know that I would be granted once chance at happiness. Maybe I missed it. Maybe it never was. But I still hold out hope. I'll count every star. I'll keep every kiss. I'll smile at the thought of when we meet. And feel the warmth of your embrace. |