I stand in the arctic wind
waiting for a stranger
I've seen him in my dreams
once or twice
I feel a connection pulling us together
I wait in curiosity
from dawn till dusk
from morning till night
waiting for the moment where our eyes will meet
and it will be love at first sight
but I wait and wait
under the lamppost in the culdesac
I see the concern looks on the neighbors faces
I can feel the embarrassment radiating off my parents
and I begin to wonder if this was all just a dream?
As I turn on my heels with devastation
I hear the faint deep rumble of a voice
calling my name
I turn around and there he is
the stranger,
in my dreams.