Day 15 - My Love

Where The Wind Blows

Last night I had a dream of crowded streets, though I walked alone.
In the dark I stood outside your doorway, and called you on the phone.
Ear pressed against the window, I heard you say hello.
Repeating yourself three times, finally I said, “You know.
I was walking home from work today, and all I could hear was my feet.
It occurred to me there was a problem considering I was on a busy street.
How come I couldn’t hear them as they walked right past me then?
And why among the many people, was there only men?
Until on 33rd, I saw you walking there.
Crossways cross an intersection, the wind blowing in your hair.
Everything around me faded to black and white, except for you, who remained so bright.”
 

“Who is this?” You replied over the telephone.
Sounding scared, I could tell from your tone.

 
“I did not mean to scare you, I’m pretty frightened too.
You see every day seems to be the same, except for one thing…You.
Every time I walk down the street, all I hear is the tapping of my feet.
And everyone that walks past me is the same from the day before.
Nothing ever changes, not even a shutting door.
Until I get to 33rd, that’s when I see you there,
and on the occasional day, the wind is blowing in your hair.
Some days you’re in purple, sometimes you’re in blue,
and everyday I see you I fall more in love with you.
I know it may sound crazy, you’ve never seen me before,
but I’d really like to know you just a little more.”

 
“By the silence that I’m getting, I can tell what you are thinking.
So here is what we’ll do, and this will be a chance for you.
Tomorrow as you walk across 33, look at all the corners, and you will see me.
I’m not sure how, but I have a feeling you’ll know.
It’ll be like the feeling you get when standing in snow.
And if you don’t notice me the day after today while crossing 33rd in the crossway,
You’ll never hear from me any other day.
Unless I hear you whisper for me to stay.”
 

“Okay,” the response came, over the telephone
Then came a click and the sound of a dial tone.
 

That night I couldn’t sleep thinking of the next day.
The words I’d speak if I had a chance to say.
The morning went by in its usual way, with all the same words I usually say.
Then the work bell rang.  Time to go home.
Tonight after all the years, would I still be alone?
Walking past street 32, my heart beating rapidly, thinking of you.
A few more steps and I’m on 33, crossways from where you’ll be.
 

I stop on the corner and look around to see you walking across in front of me.
Stopping in the middle you turn and look around.
All time stops except for your sound.
As if in slow motion, I hear your hand move in the air.
I hear the wind as it blows through your hair.
Then, in a moment your eyes touch mine, and worlds and oceans stop in time.
The world around me all became new, as I was taken to where the wind blew.


I am glad I found you my love. 
Happy Birthday.