A note to the writers and dreamers
Someday, you and I will be running along beaches with the night breeze running through our hair. Someday, we will be lying carefree in chaise lounges with the soft touch of the sun in our face
Someday, we will be sitting by rivers and reading our books; without a care of what is to come or what is to be done. Someday, the smell of rain, of spring and of summer, will fill our hearts and we will be content
Someday, someday very soon, the tide will turn and the world will be ours again
What do you call this?
This waiting on the edge of my seat,
fingers drumming in anticipation,
mind alert, eyes wide open
What is it that I am waiting for?
What adventures are headed my way?
What should I seek next
And when I have lost my sparkle
don’t you worry
For I will find my own light
All I need
is for you to be at my side
Ready for the fireworks
You’ll find me in the pockets of time
Where you shared my laughs
And you shared my smiles
You’ll find me in the park
Under the shade of the oak tree
Calmed by the shadows in the dark
You’ll find me in the pages of books
A paper clip to mark a page
A folded page to mark a book
You’ll find me in the wisps of stories
and the incomplete poems you read
You will find me
But right now, you need to know
I have left.