Poem: Will Our Paths Ever Cross Again?

Gazing through a box

I see a window,

as I glance about the dark screen

I see the twilight shimmering

from the stars above,

As I picture your face

below the moon.

I see you

flying upon a cloud

moving peacefully through the night sky.

I feel myself wishing

I could be there beside you,

yet in my heart I realize

it could not be.

So I fly in a separate direction

to live my life

in the manner my heart dreams.

As I wave goodbye

the clouds move in,

the stars slowly fade,

as I wonder if our paths

will ever cross again.