Like fallen

leaves

you come

circling

down to

me,



under grey

skies and

broken

wishes.



and I

wait for

a word

not really

needing a

explanation,



of who you

are what

you dream

about.



just a

moment

in time

of you.



and hope

is a rainbow

in your eyes,



amid the

chaos of

doubt and

expectations

in your

life.



and I offer

you jelly beans

as a

surprise in

hope and trust

that you

will smile

with me

someday

and dance.



such are

the great wishes

of small

poets

that meet

along the

great road

of life.



and in any

day of

mine I would

say it

has

been my

greatest honor

to sit

under these

smoke stacked

colored skies,



and daydream



and write

to you.