I.

The sun will

Either warm me

Or burn me

Depending on the heat.

The rain will always

Be there for me

Washing away the dreams.

II.

The girl in the restaurant

With the purple shirt

A thin fabric over

Smooth skin.

Silk threads

Of gold and copper

The shades of sun

In her hair.

She smiles perhaps

Thinking about her boy

There must be a lucky guy

Who stands by her side.

III.

I can still smell her perfume

Even after she’s gone away

To her own playground

In her cloud above me.

IV.

Imagine how she inspires

Every one of my senses

Her potpourri scent

Is like from no other girl.

If my eyes met hers

And I reached to hold her hand

If we breathed the same air

And tasted it in our kiss…

V.

When will the rain

Come to wash away

My dreams of

Angels in clouds?