sunday poem

I’ve never seen so many sunsets melt
As pure as when I found you,
The dawn of my blue skies.

Though we’ve never met, my heart found you,
In a story, in silence,
in heart and soul,
In the Garden State
of my dreams

In every thought, in every whisper of my soul,
I feel your spirit gently mingling with mine.

And I look to the horizon for moments yet to be,
Where our hands find each other, holding close.
For there’s nothing in me that ever strayed from you—
Your name, written more than nine across endless blue skies. ☀️🩵