Tuesday, September 4, 2007


I cast my emotion across the room
I catch a-swoon the girl of my doom
she is alight with a bright smile
me a laugh like a embarrassed child

Who is she but a dream
me only a creature she would see
then look out through a window
Rush away like the wind and go.

But my eye gleams and she breaths
for second I am in her dreams
She wonders towards me and we bump
“Excuse me!” I say, “How was your lunch?”

I never saw her again
but in a way I see her, one out of every ten
One day I’ll meet the right one
and she will be my morning sun...