Author's Notes: I was at work one day and the image of a man sitting under a tree popped into my head and wouldn't leave. After a while, I had this really weird feeling of "I haven't met him... But I know who it is." Then this poem began; it made itself.


Past the Sky

I saw you today,
Though you didn't know it;
Though we don't know each other; yet.

You were sitting under a tree
Gazing past the sky,
And I wished to go there with you.

Because whatever it was you saw,
It made you smile;
It brought joy to your face.

Then I realized,
I know what you saw…
You saw me.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this as much as I do.