Somewhere, a girl waves her hand
Through canary blades of grass,
Her ivory frame enthralls them all,
While they bid her smile to last.
Diamond rain shines through the sun
As she catches a few that fell,
While grinning away by spires of jade
The fabric of her world unravels.
Hinged on every breath she takes,
All the quips in her operatic steps,
Every turn of the hip and nod of glee
I\'m not likely to forget.
Someday on that golden isle
I hope to see you there again,
Maybe then we could say \"I missed you\",
Maybe then we can say we\'ve met.