Friday, December 03, 2004

brown-eyed girl

I want it to be summertime. Not because I'm complaining. Not because it's cold and dark now. I want it to be summer so that I can go outside and stand in the rain on a warm summer's night. I want to feel its life pouring down around me. I want to dance to the song of the heavens, and sing with the cry of the thunder. I want the rest of world to be drowned out by the echo of the raindrops falling on my head. I don't want to close my eyes, because I don't want to miss a thing. I want to turn around as the lightning crashes through the sky and see you standing there, wainting for me. I want to see the radiance of the storm gloriously reflected in your sparkling eyes. Then I want us to break down in laughter when we realize that we're both soaking wet. Neither of us would ask what the other was doing there. You would brush the hair away from your face and smile coyly, as you hold out you hand to me. I would try to think of words to tell you how much you mean to me, and how perfect you were right then, but instead, I'd just take your hand in mine and say "Hi.", because that's all I can ever get out when looking into your eyes.