The Photograph

At midnight I looked at your photograph
gently tracing the lines of your smile
and wishing on the stars to taste your kiss...

For a magical moment I beheld you
in the face of the bright thumb nail moon
shining down far away where you are...

Could you sense the messenger
of a mystical kiss in the wind
sent playfully from my lips to yours?

If you're smiling, I shall surely know
when tonight's starry starry sky
winks back with your lips' approval

GirlDownTheStreet - 2006