Postcard.

I have a wishful thought today
That you buy a postcard everytime you're away
On your travels.
That each time you visit a new city
And your eyes catch some pretty
Think of me; Write for me.

I imagine you sitting at that cafe
By the cobbled pavement
Observing the peddlers pass by
While the sun light dances across your face
And your eyes shine every once in a while.

Or maybe you're watching the lazy sun rise
Lazily, from your hotel bed
Whatever inspires you in that moment
Pour it on the paper for me.

You might think I got carried away
That you don't do anything of that sort
But, hey, dreams and fantasies are like wild horses
They're beyond the reins and chains.

You know you
Feed my wanderlust
For, I have to travel the world twice anyhow
Once, to see it with my own eyes
And once, through yours
Write for me till then.

Words are all nice to hear
Hugs are all nice to feel
But, maybe I'm a material girl
Who loves her tangibles
That she can hold on to on rainy days.

And, maybe someday when we meet
Cuddle on the sofa, with blankets all over our feet
Coffee cups and box full of postcards at our side
We'll relive all of your travels all over again.