the one

somewhere, as navy night
blankets city beautiful
in starry wonder,
you sleep…
maybe with someone
beside you
but, she is not the one…
as the wind kisses your neck
you will know
the one is out there
her voice is on the rustle of the leaves
the crashing of the break
nestled in silent moments
when you feel alone
but realize
in deep, thoughtful breaths
you really are not
because just steps away
waits the girl
who’s eyes you will know
although you won’t know why
when she speaks
some part of you will recognize
her voice from the wind
from your dreams
telling you
…I am the one…