Me

See!
This is me.
Not the one who walked down
noisy streets
to the store.
Not the one with the ironed blouse and
white finger nails.
This is the real me.
I used to sweep the path to
my garden
just to smell the sweet night
flowers.
I used to stand,
waiting for shooting stars to
change the
eternal sky.
Now you can know the reality.
When they arrived my
heart missed a beat.
When he arrived a
light appeared
to brighten
even the dullest day.
See!
This is me.

©15th March 2011 Hey Hey