Your Song
And it was so unexpected. Just the break of morning that day was enough to let me emerge from my clouded sleep and rise to a sky full of empty. I let my thoughts roll, and raised my cares to the light, so that they were lilted as a forgotten memory. And maybe just something, something other... something farther and farther from within suggested that it would be special, but heed was tossed on the same wind as my cares. I woke you.

I woke you again.

I woke you again, and slid into your voice, letting it carry through my ears, and breaking a silent smile.

I woke you, and then saw you, even if you didn't really think you deserved to be seen. I kissed your forehead, and looked to that same sky that floated delicately above, watching the passionate hues of sun-slumber curl from the distant line of day-end. And your touch was a sea against the plain of fertile ground that skirted past all the homes of man and wild here, something I could always drink in and still be thirsty for. If I were to fall asleep in your arms, I would fight everything that tempted to wake me.

Pity humankind, those silent ones who secretly die on the inside; fill it with even more nothing until they are not non-existent, but un. Unexistent. It's not like that, with you. The icicles of the distant that slowly dragged themselves across the scars of my back, my past, pressing into my heart, blazing against my lungs, it all fades to a crescent silence when I hold you. Because you are everything you think you aren't, and the same pains of your past that make you want to die a thousand deaths if only you could get away, get away from the shattering realism that yes it still hurts and yes you and I still love and it just won't stop because we can't stop and I don't even know if I want to (If I could just simply find a glowing ring to encircle your head). But the sirens that cry to you from the sea and drag you beneath its darkened depths can't compete with us, even if it's only for this short time, I still make you smile, and I still can shatter the pain for a few seconds with a kiss. And your captivating eyes and stare even take me for a slide on the rainbow of a whim from 1 AM.

I didn't realize.

And when the incredible joy danced over your countenance, and I saw something that was completely pure and untouched and full of splendor, it was then I realized I would never forget you. This time it was my turn to take you for a ride on a shining star, shooting its unmistakably brilliant fingerprint across the dayspring universe. (Do you remember that you've always had someone to hold at midnight, but this time, we were the only things that existed between Earth and that single, perfectly bright glow of the heavens?) Magnificence has it's place in the shadows, for if it was an on the hour attraction no one would care anymore. But you, you you you you, could hold me until the radiating wanderer burned itself out and died. Even though it was cold outside, we still took the air and ran.

And it was so expected. The waterfall that hits you and takes your stomach down, down, down, and then plunges it into a river of white water; I knew it every time you held me. Amid a darkened sky we watched and waited... for nothing. Nothing is enough, for us.

So. Some nights later, I can't help but miss you. Your face in my thoughts, so real that I could almost speak to the better-than-perfect mind's eye picture and expect a response. I don't want this to end, I don't want you to leave, but you have to. We both know that, even in our embrace. That doesn't stop me from tracing the face that perhaps means too much, the kind calm gaze I see staring at (into) me. I rest in the shelter of your arms, and fall victim to your voice, soothing, touching, emotional. If only we could be on a night-covered beach, or clasping each other beneath the ocean's waves, then perhaps it would be all too flawless, so that even the face in the moon would peek out to wish us happy tidings. The water's submersive touch would just be a mirror.

You asked me to write about you. I wrote about us. It is what moves me, being around you. And so it goes. And so I write.

Maybe some days later, we will candlelight out on a slice of bare Terra, holding each other from the rustlings of night's veil. We will lie on our backs, and gaze to the magnificence above us, smiling as we boldly challenge the stars to match our auras as they intertwine with a touch, an embrace, a kiss. Then talk about how it all started (I remember the first time I ever saw your face). So wonderful. So... unexpected.

All I know is; forever is a precious moment's second when I gather and hold you in my arms.