A passing star.

I met from afar

She was but a traveling merchant.

A dancing performer.

Who danced with the lights of night.

Her dance trapped me in a trance.

And I was forever frozen in her eyes.

That memory of her is hazy.

But I can vividly bring it to mind.

But just like a passing star.

She vanished without a trace.

I will send a letter.

Hoping it finds her.

And as I dip a long, light feather.

Twice and thrice in ink.

I say, “Dear Nomonde,”

I want to hold you in my arms.

And dance with you under the bright night.

Illuminated by a billion stars.

Dear Nomonde.

I want to take you by hand.

Get lost in a deep blue sea

With a windless sky.

And a sailless ship.

There we will seal our fate in love.

Dear Nomonde, 

I want to write across your wrist.

With my poetic, lovely words.

Encrypt your bodied shrine.

So the world will know.

That you are mine.

Dear Nomonde.

I want the world to drool in your presence.

And yet none must dare to touch you.

Truly blessed.

I feel you are a gift from God and those above.

Dear Nomonde. 

I will throw a dime in a wishing well.

And wish to see you again.

And forever be in your arms.