There will always be...

There will always be
That afternoon
When the sun
Directed its light
On our direction
and our lips were burning
Feeling the light
With all its splendor

There will always be
A song
In the air
It will turn into
A boat made of paper
And will takes us
Back
To that one day
You and I met

There will always be
A dream
A ghost
Of our image
Crossing our path
It will feel real
For a very short moment

There will always be
A poem
Like this one
I write
In the web
Of our subconcious

You might never know
I wrote it

and
I might never know if
You read it!

But there will always
Be a poem
Anyways...