Nan Witcomb. I stood in the bookstore, yesterday, drinking her words and wanting more.

If I could find my way
behind your eyes
to make you see
the kind of world I see -
if I could learn to dance
to the rhythm of your heart
and hear the music as you do -
if we could journey
to each others minds
and share a dream or two,
or make an hour into a holiday,
then one day soon,
perhaps I'll find you loving me,
as one day soon,
you'll find me
loving you .....