I shall not be pushing a letter through the window.
Times are such I leave a wish wrapped in a shadow.
If your breath wills you may find it whispering by your tresses
Or hiding scared, yet longing to be found in your closet full of dresses.
It’s going to be a beautiful day until the end of time.
On such a day I put down a wish wrapped in rhyme.
I let it go so it finds you and softly pulls at your skirt.
I taught it to quietly tag along until you have a heart.