I long to meet you, in a charming little town.<br />Rounding street corners, climbing treetops, zipping through alleys.<br />Hiding on shelves for a secret peek, weaving between the feet of passersby, swishing my tail to the music, brushing past with a swagger.<br />Waves lap lazily at the shore as sunset cautiously nestles onto the rooftops. The time on the wall ticks audibly, from dawn till dusk.<br />Waiting for you to turn around, waiting to meet your gaze.<br />The moment we meet, sundered bonds will be mended anew.<br />The eighty-one Planes all shine for you.
