It's been years

but still, I feel her gaze

 

When I turn to find my lost friend

in the shadows, I see golden waves rush by

like a mermaid heading back to sea

or a wood nymph dashing through

a sultry forbidden forest

 

She teases, sending a spark of a smile

as bright as a shooting star

 

My wishful dream watches

with eyes of emerald green

 

She always said, "I was the wind beneath her wings,"

but she's an angel now waking me by moonlight

 

We talk under a galaxy of blue,

then she disappears, and I patiently wait

for another milky pearl in the night

to unveil her next visit