I'm sharing with Tom.
A breeze comes in from the window behind me,
the great big smell of flowers wafting in from right outside;
hydrangeas.
It's the aroma of the coming celebration,
or I should say of the life I've come out here to see.
It's a dream of a day,
a light in the eyes when I turn around.
It's a light that blinds the mind.
I stare straight at it
and fly the way one does when
he's not quite certain
of the reality of things.
Please let me still be alive,
Please I pray I haven't already taken that leap.
Let me be not sleeping,
let these memories never fleet.
This is one of the grand times of my life.
