I am waiting for her return, like a Christmas present unwrapped then opened. If I must search, I wish to prepare my mind, to believe in our beautiful collections of wishes. Whether complicated or committed to wisdom. I decided to search high and low, whenever the wind blows. Therein attaching myself to a single layer of the winds energy, wherever it goes. While pioneering throughout the earth. I will build an incredible imagination, that shall soar around the universe. My demeanor intents to be gentle but also wise. Because I see her vividly in my intuitive third eye. The sentimental imagination, must arrange a welcome celebration for her to attend. The romantic imagination shall decide what dress up attire we should wear. I am asked by a whispering thought to wear a black tuxedo and she will be adorned in a white flowing gown. Soon we'll dance together, close, In our executive minds, we desire to build hope. Sometime before the celebration ends. I shall place a sparkling slipper upon her feet. Our magical expectations will begin to peak. Love shall lead us to our honeymoon suite to sleep. Many pictures afterwards will be taken. Our minds will be rearranging, multiple love letters we wrote. Our lives will be magical when there's a vow of commitment placing us together. Waiting for her return.
© Daniel Mason