Distant Daydream

I stare at the spaces between my fingers
and imagine what it will be like-
when we stand face to face for the first time
You will no longer be a distant daydream
Instead you will bring life to the butterflies
I pretend that it will be pouring rain as lightning fills the sky
perhaps in a subconscious attempt to get inside
Rain drips from my hair and my eyeliner smears
You pull me close and we stand in a wondrous silence
Seconds turn into minutes, yet no word is spoken
You grasp my hand and just like our fingers
Our lives become Intertwined.


God Bless,
Jenny J