At first view the star was invisible. He shook the picture dry then placed it in his inside pocket where it would stay for the weeks ahead. Always close to his heart when the weather was wet and cold.
One evening he sat on his bed writing when the need to view a dream overwhelmed him. He got up and fished out the photo. Gazing at it as he lay it on the bed next to his notebook. Laying down on the bed once more, he removed the cap from his pen, looked at lady love and wrote: I shall find you soon, and yes he did find her. Yet to this day he still doesn't know who she really is.
One evening he sat on his bed writing when the need to view a dream overwhelmed him. He got up and fished out the photo. Gazing at it as he lay it on the bed next to his notebook. Laying down on the bed once more, he removed the cap from his pen, looked at lady love and wrote: I shall find you soon, and yes he did find her. Yet to this day he still doesn't know who she really is.
