She wasn’t walking
she was drifting,
like a secret written in the wind.
Her laughter was moonlight spilling into a quiet room,
her eyes, two galaxies I could never stop falling into.
She didn’t belong to earth,
she was the pause between dreams and waking.

I've held
your hand
for so long
pale and weak
you were then
without a friend
all alone-

now you walk away
from my life
because you've become
rich , famous and strong

You can write a long paragraph
on each of the people you know
I'm asking you to write a sentence
on yourself-- why do you hesitate so?

converging energies
a point of contact

revealing hidden treasure
-eternal possibilities

one more for the road
one more because you can

and on the road
who knows if you will ever return