Tied up my hair in a ribbon,
eyes glistening,
gazing at the vermillion sky.
I waited for the stars,
but the hands of time stopped turning,
and the oxygen was glowing as I knelt by the open window.
My hands were clasped together,
writing love letters with soft lips to the universe.
Pleading with a pout,
as my desires dance into the ether.
I would do anything to find her.