She get’s nice weather  
when she walks through my mind
The clouds burn off
at her skin’s golden shine
Even clear skies
betray their own blue
And borrow warm yellows
that remind me of you
My pulse fails to match
with her whimsical pace
And her visage obscures
those footprints past traced
The streets are unnamed,
for the road she has parted
Carrying my thoughts
to places uncharted
It’s silly to think,
even crazier to say
You’re sometimes asleep
when your walk makes my day
Because each time I find myself
thinking of you
I get to enjoy
the nice weather too