The way it happened

this happen just before I wrote my first poem.

I was driving,
Just driving with no place to go.
I turned left, right....then straight for a while.
then out of no where I turned right.
there I stood in my car gazing at the ocean.
The sun shined off it...on a cool December. morning.
I got out of the car....and walked right to the ocean.
As the waves curled gently against the warm sand.
I yelled at the sun and sky.....why me.....why here....?

::::Nothing was said back::::

Then out of nowhere, seeming, a voice said "hello"
I turned around and there she was....My dream girl.
Then I awoke.
And realized I was still 12.

Dedicated to someday
© 12-1-2000
Written By Jay Spaan
© www.jayspaan.com

Reviews

[just rose.]

This is fantastic. "We are such stuff
As dreams are made on" ...
-Shakespeare, The Tempest