Your blue guitar has become a cloud in my mind. I plot and I dream and I plan about how you will find me, I will find you. Most of them are excellent ideas - I am sure they will work. Sadly, I can not put even one of them into practice. Aside from the fact that, one: you don't know me and two: there's no guarantee you'll love me - the third fact remains. Because of my life, my career, my spiritual commitments, forever prevent me from finding you. So, while you may never know that I have already created a relationship with you, I can tell you that you seem to like me well enough in my dreams.

My blue mind drifts off in day dreams or night visions with your music playing as the soundtrack. Hear the soft strains as I send send that first email - my picture included only for you because too many other people know my face. I'm making plans to be in your town, and let you know if you want to meet there is the local bookstore. I wonder if such a handsome cowboy as you would even want to set foot in a bookstore. The absolute symphony of my heart drowns out the memory of what we say to each other, nervous laughter, how do you do's. It is dark when you walk me to my car. I start to go - well, goodbye and then you ask me for a drink at a quiet corner of your favorite hangout.

Of course, I have not other relationship to worry about. That one is either over or dead. So I am free to follow, and be discovered. I've learned so much over the past years, about what to look for, how to grow two hearts into intimacy - I am sure I will do this one right.

And so, as you hold the door open for me, and we walk through the door, you smile truly and deeply from your eyes.