The summer wind came blowing in from across the sea…
A mellifluous voice I heard.
I smiled, of course.
Why, when I locked eyes with you, I felt comfortable?
Why, when I stared at your bare hands I ached to hold them?
Why, when it seemed like no one was watching I felt you stare at me?
Were you? I wonder…
I pray that one day I will know the truth.
That that “not yet” that escaped your mouth meant something.
I pray that if you are with her that you feel magic, because my dear, if you don’t feel magic then it is not meant to be.
I pray, and I hope, that one day I can hear you sing “Summer Wind”.
Will everything be alright in this world.