I will name it when I meet her

"Will she make me laugh?" I asked
face to the darkened sky
what I suppose I should inquire
is "will she make me cry?"

in a sort of flying hope
I look for what is whole
she has the eyes I see at night
she has half of my soul

angelic something, I don't know
holding me some day
a requiem for loneliness
a beautiful decay

looking slowly for tomorrow
she is there it seems
to dance on my horizon
to love me in my dreams