She is an experience.
She is something that needs to be felt,
Something that you remember.
But every experience is different,
People interpret it in different ways,
She is seen differently by everyone.

But to me,
She’s the wakening feeling at midnight,
Still can’t sleep,
The sense for adventure is alive, inside of you,
So you stare at the night sky,
In a light blue dress,
The cool breeze ever so gently brushing
against your skin,
Awakening your senses, fresh air hits your lungs,
The smell of flowers blossoming hits your nose,
Crickets’ chirping hits your ears,
And the midnight sky hits your eyes.

The full moon,
Illuminating the darkness,
Seems like the only thing in the galaxy,
The stars adding scenery,
Reminding you of how many different universes there are.
One passes by, begging you to make a wish,
She’s my wish
That will never be granted.