I wished....

She sang a song, relaxing and hypnotic. It came from her heart, the warmest place any melody could be made. I was lost in her voice, I saw the tunes billow through her lips, slowly across the room and into my ears, I felt the warmth of her notes in my heart...warmth which watered my eyes...

She cried, how could she feel pain? could she be hurt? my mind had made her impregnable and as a consequence her tears confused me. I wished I has a handkerchief, I wished I could touch her face and wipe away her tears, I'd do it slowly and like a potter I'd softly rub her face from her cheek to her eyes cherishing every moment.

She stared at me, her eyes sought to enslave me, with the chains of their beauty she bound my gaze and lamed my tongue leaving me without words.

She smiled, it would have killed me to look away, it felt like her lips were the reason for being and I wished she'd never stop. The smile turned into a laugh, light as a summer leaf caught in a breeze but too distinct to be compared to any vain thing this life paraded before me.

She leaned to kiss me...but faded away, the thoughts were disturbeded by the scribbling of zealous classmates and the flipping of mundane textbooks, once again she had crept into my thoughts without warning and taken me out of my reality to muse over her beauty, she was a thought, a fantasy not of my mind but by my heart...if she ever existed then my only wish would be to meet her....I wished for my thought.