Saturday, May 02, 2009

when at last we meet.

I turn the corner of 2nd and 3rd and find
the one.
I, trip on my own two feet and get caught by the
comforting feeling of the universe aligning in my favor
or maybe
it's you who catches me, right
before I hit the ground.
And, in your eyes I see the clouds part and the
sun set
And the
horizon is where our lips met.

My heart beats to the
syllables of your name like its known this rhythm forever.

I know you're out there,
I look forward to meeting you.

1 comments:

Oculto said...

psh... sounds like MR. Right is a trip away... in the fall.