Who is she?

Looking off in the distance I see a ray of light.

 Amidst these rays stands a figure.

 Is this just my imagination or is this figure really there?

 Who are you I called out? Yet I got no reply.

I cannot make out who it is.

In the rays of the sun I cannot see her face.

Though standing there she looks so angelic.

I called to her once more. Yet still no reply.

With her poised so elegant and beautiful,

In my heart I know I must be dreaming.

Suddenly she reaches her arms out to me.

As I run toward her, her face I begin to see.

It this possible, can this truly be her?

Where did she come from, how did she find me?

Since the day we parted I have been alone.

I hoped and prayed that one day I would find her again.

This can’t be real it must be a dream,

Though what it may be, this chance I must now take.

I called out to her once more this time by name.

Shana I cried is that really you have you found me again?

For in this moment I now know it is truly her.

There is no beauty or tenderness in which compares to hers.

I rush to hold her in my embrace and in a flash she was gone.

I now know she was there only in my mind.

So I will continue to walk the world alone.

Wondering if I will ever really find her?

And in that moment I do I pray for one thing.

That Shana would want to make me her own.