1.11.06

I pray that when the stars flicker,
and when she drinks some watery tea,
when she looks upon the all the triangles within the sky,
she will still smile.
I pray that when the sunset warms her,
and when the clouds are so beautiful.. mysterious,
when the two lights glisten in her eyes,
she will still smile.
I pray that when she hears a faint whisper of The Postal Service,
and when she smells vanilla chai,
when she meets a man named Quincy,
she will still smile.
And if a single tear is shed, i pray it is not in sorrow.
I pray it is shed for the same reasons as mine.
Smile. I pray you will still smile.