For you the band played on. The people clapped the light went up my friends they chat, I do not hear for she is not here.
But my thoughts aren't here. They are, they are there with you a woman I don't even know.
I wonder now more and more just how the world brought you to my door.
A twist of fate, she spoke to me.
A soft sweet voice that teases me, made me laugh and makes me see. A sultry whit that knows no bound an intellect I understand.
Now that is said is scary to, for are you me and am I you ?
Be it hours, not days or weeks until we take the time to meet. I hope we see the warmth inside that both of us have tried to find.
So now I write to you in rhyme and verse no others do. As inspiration for to write has to have a guiding light.
I never studied how to prose, my grammar may not be of cause. Yet I long to see you smiling face and touch you finger tips each day.
I want to see if the spark is there and look at you without a care.
I write to you and try to say how much you make me smile each day.
So omnipotent princess of light may you sleep softly at home tonight.
For somewhere many miles away a poetic fool dreams of you.
Starshine and moonbeam silly names we use to tease, but without the light from a caring star a moonbeam wouldn't shine at all.
So sleep and dream my earthly friend and wake to read this prose I send. For many years I have not written a single word or spoke aloud my soul be heard. Oh yes it does it scares me so. But we have to know.