The Morning Beuty

Morning in morning out as I connect with words unspoken but read Without looking, I see her As it stops and goes she has become a guarantee for it is her daily essential too By the corner of my eye, she zooms in the back of my head communicates her expressions mesmerized by her beauty I think of the time we were sitting on the park grass green with engraved smiles gracing each other with glory looking into each others eyes That is the hopeful future all a fantasy for I don’t know her name And the bus is the first thing we have in common Has become our chapel Has never failed in populating our space with each others presence Everyday I close my book and steal a moment My mind asking for her name My words failing to synchronize And the day I ask for her name I will leave her with this, and hope she calls © 2006, Lazola Belle