I Want to Find My Soulmate

Blue skies, nothing but blue skies.
Walking the weathered path, the leaves sway.
His lips whistle a tune through the alley way.

Blue skies, nothing but blue skies.
His feet know each rough pebble in cement.
His melancholy heart beats for love, heaven sent.

Blue skies, nothing but blue skies.
The wind gently lifts his heavy step.
A breeze never wavering, chapping his lip.

Blue skies, nothing but blue skies.
The wind, the breeze, steps on cracked cement. Reminders of me, my dna in his foot step.
Love’s blueprint.