Cumulus
clouds gather
in peak
formation
overhead,

the prelude
to a evening
storm,

wind streaks
through
your hair
as you
walk across
a black
******
parking lot.

the start
of another
day,

and even
in this
moment
I smile,

to glimpse
your beauty
for a few
seconds
or more,

to know
all is well
in your
day.

to send
you a
prayer
that your
life
is everything
that you
would ever
want,

and that
your heart
should
not ever
want
for anything.

and the
moment
passes and
then you
are gone.

and somehow
you take
a part of
me with
you

perhaps a
thought in
a day dream
a whisper
in your
head,


my prayer
in your
soul that
this  day
will always

find you
well.