Star Crossed Its dark outside and we have no audience. I suppose these are the moments one presumably could afford to miss. Nights when raindrops trickle to serve well as visual distortion now observe diminished portions. Two singular. The childs finger frantically tracing the images in her brain displayed beyond her window panes. Streaks of energy drawn from affinity untamed. I barely know your name but I wonder how you sound reciting mine to request attention. Contention so simply ignored that no afterthought was stored. You burn bright to command my sight. Knew nothing and expected less than. We can ignore the streak but the remnants will linger. Maybe that childs finger will document our impending collision. Vision is a loaded concept, after all. The fear of falling once so ever present is now relegated to the essence of what memory will not acknowledge. Knowing that youre glowing makes the fall much more enticing. Your inviting hue as you blew past fast enough for blinks to rob the anxious I instead chose to experience in one breath. Left to my own graces, Id likely pursue until the faceless you offered countenance. In my confidence, forever is less than adequate. So we soar high and we fall fast and the light crawls. Weve let time pass too much not to take full advantage. I have perceived you too rare not to plot ones path toward. If only this werent so hard.... We know what we want and learn where to find it but never plan for what sits behind it. In my most powerful of influences, I still doubt Id have ever drawn close to anything that resembles you and for that I am fortunate. A rare sight before these willing eyes. A surprise Ive grown familiar with. A love warm enough to feel lifetimes away before seeing it for real. You appeal to my dreams with the very mystique that child observes in the streaks that decorate the sky at night. Color bounces then fades behind you. If fortunate enough, Ill be traced to find you up high where the stars cant climb. Our own atmosphere and should the day come when you would again cross my path, I intend to draw you near. Streaks of glow that crawl forever. In our distance, we could care less about stormy weather when we fall together.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 20:30:34 +0000