She was in line, divine if that can express her dress. ice cream was the best to invest, at the time of heat and dread of the humid city. where we stood and expressed, what we thought of that night, and our thoughts of the sights. she wore winter in the summer night. she looked finer than i would of thought, My eyes and ears she caught. i listened and for the words i sought. We went back to the house that was new to me we watched TV and chatting so freely i didn't say anything to her directly i left her alone and lost sight of her when i came back she left in the car she drove a lot the car had personality like the things she wears she puts words on objects she makes cautious into a plot. I searched the web for the blue eyed girl she was found just the same beauty as first my eyes had seen i add her with regret after i thought she would think i was a child and i was chasing after but then she talked like i was worth conversation i felt at home in a place that seemed to be put to shame everything new and no familiar face came but she seemed to always be someone i knew It didn't matter when i looked into the eyes of blue When we met we swept our footsteps on a bridge She at one side of the bridge me at the other When i saw her coming my way i starting to utter out words that made no sense i was nervous at that i just wanted to hide underneath of some hat but we talked just the same we entertained we knew our worries would a foolish waste of brain. We laughed in the part we met a dog he felt our connection as if it was a soothing song he ran off to give us our space when i looked this time i looked in her face the eyes of the blue made my heart race she said come sit down and get to know of the place. we sat for hours not having to think up a thing it came out like the flowers the grow wild in the plains we haven't stopped talking, not forgotten each others names The i became we and the me became us us became them and friends became love we wont turn around now we know the bridge still holds up even when the one where we met falls into the times of sand we will walk to the place where friends are friends where graffiti becomes art in the hands of man where rail roads becomes a road map to the humans sole and where dreams become reality and reality a goal.
