It was a sunny bright afternoon in the city of Kirkland Washington just north of Bellevue. I was sitting on my porch.
I was feeling a little gloomy when all of a sudden, a young lady walked out upon her balcony to look over the neighborhood. Doubtful she saw me, I saw her and the sun that made her hair glow in the afternoon light.
I went inside and wrote this poem.
I wanted to achieve the idea that love unrequited could still blossom into something magical even if only in the mind. Something to this effect.