Once upon a time,
you didn’t exist to me.
I never before had seen you face,
and you hadn’t pervaded any of my memories.
Once upon a time,
I was sitting on the front steps,
willing inspiration to strike me like lightning,
all so some curly haired handsome boy
could have some words by my hand.
Now you sit,
holding this,
and all I can dare to imagine is:
Are you with me tonight,
under these skies?
Hearing blaring music rattle you
like lullabies?
Do you see the moon
shining throughout the room,
just as I do?
Once upon a time,
You came into my world somehow.
I saw your face,
and I knew it was some act of fate
that I would remember with intangible grace.
Once upon a time,
I gave you a piece of my soul
in jumbled stanzas.
I gave you words,
to have and to hold,
to be a part of you,
undoubtedly forever and ever.
And once upon a time,
you read these words,
and maybe some thoughts of the future
drifted into your thoughts.
This I can only hope,
was I there, with you?
The thought has crossed my mind
ten thousand wonderful times.
Because it’s like she told you,
if you can see it, you can be it.
And indeed I see it,
with
you.
Can I be your once upon a time?