| She Came to my life quietly. Always disappears on me when I turn. Leaves me like a worrisome kitten owner, looking and waiting� For her next re-appearance. It is a myth how she found me. Maybe she was lost; perhaps it was I. I found her and she caught me. She would Leave her footprints at doorstep. Brush the wind chimes at the balcony. Walk passing me on the street. Disappear on me when I turn. Then I know she was here, with me. In my dream � Kissing me gently. Whispering to me softly. Loving me quietly. So I pray with my eyes closed. No turning head. Then she will be here at all times. With me. |