Sonnet 2

Across the way a stranger stands alone,

The man wears a frown and dark clothing.

He glares at something in his hand- a phone.

He scowls at the phone with bitter loathing.

His posture grows more rigid and I wonder,
Who is this man that seems to blame humanity?

He disappears as the morning grows lighter.
Reality has chased away my hopes of serendipity.

Oh, to be the reason for your smile.

To feel the vibration of your laughter
in my heart as I lead you out of exile.
I want to be the one you call enchanter.
For I wish that one day we would meet.
It is the only dream I have that is sweet.