How can forever not seem like enough, and the sky never seem big enough?
Because I want to point to the sky from the grass and I want to say "my love for her could fill the entire thing" -- but the sky needs to be bigger, it needs to expand to feel everything I feel. Everything that jumps in my heart when I see her, when I walk in and it's arms and bodies and holding so close you'd think there was nothing else to living than that.
And breathing little whispers; I missed you, I love you, you're so beautiful--that's all there is to the world, breathing out secrets and touching lips, wishing the sky were a bigger place where you could show your love, instead of whispering it, instead of desperately trying to say it so much that it goes beyond having to shout it and to having to say it secretly.
Having to say it when I see those beautiful eyes, I say it when I touch her hand, I say it when I kiss her lips & I say it when we close our eyes and black out the rest of the world, so it can fill up all the space where everything else may have been.
& so if I could I would clear out all the clouds from the sunset sky and I would write my love like a million letters, fly them into the air like birds to fill up the blue and leave the world knowing where my heart beats the hardest. Let the world know where the colors come from, let them know what it feels like to be home in the arms of the girl that you love.
& It's like falling over and over again, and forever is never long enough to be with her.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
In my arms
Life from above & far away.
We swing on swingsets seating just two, and when I'm coming down and you're going up we reach out across the way and our fingertips touch somewhere that seems miles above the sand beneath us. & I think, that must be what love is -- finding the connection when everything in the world is moving in different places, finding the place where your fingertips touch.
I want to run away with you and keep that feeling forever, I want to run away with you to a place where I can kiss each fingertip and never have the world throw us into a place where we can't be touching, where we can't be seeing & loving with clumsy arms and hearts filled with love.
Because when our swings reach the top and we're both their together, arms stretched out -- the view from above is amazing.
I see Paris & Spain & France, a little boat the sails along on the sea and a bridge that's just for you and me, overlooking the canals of the city place, we'd stand, the only ones in the city -- or at least the only ones in our hearts. Foreign pastry & words, smiles that mean the same thing no matter where you are in the world -- and the feeling of your lips touching mine, breathing life into the night and waking the stars.
When we're at the top of the swings I see a world where I can be anywhere loving you and never having to have your hand leave mine. & I will kiss every fingertip and love every moment if I get to spend them all with you.
Life and love in the little connections, I just want to hold your hand in mine, I just want to wake up to your eyes. & I'll daydream of days when I never have to swing back down and wait to hold you again.
Because every moment of connection is a wish at 11:11 fulfilled.
We swing on swingsets seating just two, and when I'm coming down and you're going up we reach out across the way and our fingertips touch somewhere that seems miles above the sand beneath us. & I think, that must be what love is -- finding the connection when everything in the world is moving in different places, finding the place where your fingertips touch.
I want to run away with you and keep that feeling forever, I want to run away with you to a place where I can kiss each fingertip and never have the world throw us into a place where we can't be touching, where we can't be seeing & loving with clumsy arms and hearts filled with love.
Because when our swings reach the top and we're both their together, arms stretched out -- the view from above is amazing.
I see Paris & Spain & France, a little boat the sails along on the sea and a bridge that's just for you and me, overlooking the canals of the city place, we'd stand, the only ones in the city -- or at least the only ones in our hearts. Foreign pastry & words, smiles that mean the same thing no matter where you are in the world -- and the feeling of your lips touching mine, breathing life into the night and waking the stars.
When we're at the top of the swings I see a world where I can be anywhere loving you and never having to have your hand leave mine. & I will kiss every fingertip and love every moment if I get to spend them all with you.
Life and love in the little connections, I just want to hold your hand in mine, I just want to wake up to your eyes. & I'll daydream of days when I never have to swing back down and wait to hold you again.
Because every moment of connection is a wish at 11:11 fulfilled.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Could be anything
We charted a way through the world, pushing away sand and dirt and finding ways untraveled. We used the stars to guide us & the wind to push, and somehow we still ended up lost and without a map in the dark, and that's just the way it goes. But lost & in the dark, I find myself there with her.
And if you're with the right person you find a new path, & if you're with the true person, you find the right path that maybe you were supposed to be on all along. No matter what happens I've found that my maps are rewritten and the stars change every night, but no matter what happens I've found that having her at my side, I've never felt lost a day in my life.
Without a map, without a compass, I've never felt out of place when I'm in the dark and her hands in mine. The wind sings a gentle song and guides me, and all the songs on the radio sing to me songs that were once lost on me -- but now I dance with her to them in the dark, and it all makes sense. Swaying back and forth and finding the new way.
The stars can bloom in the sky & we can see each others eyes, and we can find where we were really supposed to be in the uncharted territory -- in each others arms, humming the soft songs of the radio that maybe neither of us understood before the day we fell into one another.
& on that day she became my own north star, my one true point that guided my heart and put me back home. The wind that guided me was nothing if not her hand that came to mine softly.
And when I don't know where I'm going, when I don't know where to turn, and when my lips can't find the words to say, there's nothing I need to do but look straight ahead at her, to fall into her, and there's nothing else I need to guide me.
To guide my heart home, to the one place it's always needed to be. Anywhere with her.
With the moon above and the radio playing a soft, faded tune, I fell into her lips and fell into myself and found everything I'd ever been missing, and all of the feelings that you never knew you could have.
Blooming the same way the stars come out at night, the way I fall in love with her every day.
And if you're with the right person you find a new path, & if you're with the true person, you find the right path that maybe you were supposed to be on all along. No matter what happens I've found that my maps are rewritten and the stars change every night, but no matter what happens I've found that having her at my side, I've never felt lost a day in my life.
Without a map, without a compass, I've never felt out of place when I'm in the dark and her hands in mine. The wind sings a gentle song and guides me, and all the songs on the radio sing to me songs that were once lost on me -- but now I dance with her to them in the dark, and it all makes sense. Swaying back and forth and finding the new way.
The stars can bloom in the sky & we can see each others eyes, and we can find where we were really supposed to be in the uncharted territory -- in each others arms, humming the soft songs of the radio that maybe neither of us understood before the day we fell into one another.
& on that day she became my own north star, my one true point that guided my heart and put me back home. The wind that guided me was nothing if not her hand that came to mine softly.
And when I don't know where I'm going, when I don't know where to turn, and when my lips can't find the words to say, there's nothing I need to do but look straight ahead at her, to fall into her, and there's nothing else I need to guide me.
To guide my heart home, to the one place it's always needed to be. Anywhere with her.
With the moon above and the radio playing a soft, faded tune, I fell into her lips and fell into myself and found everything I'd ever been missing, and all of the feelings that you never knew you could have.
Blooming the same way the stars come out at night, the way I fall in love with her every day.
Friday, March 16, 2007
I like the rain the most
When it rains out, it's like the whole world chains. It's dark outside but it's not quite night time, the atmosphere is gentle but it's not quite dawn.
And when you sit inside -- when you just sit and listen and you can hear the rapping of the rain on the window, I swear it's the sound of a thousand tiny voices speaking in a foreign language, and it becomes my own little world. It becomes my own little world where I can stay couped up inside, where I can dim all the lights and wrap myself in a blanket in imitation of beautiful butterflies.
It becomes a day where I want nothing else but to share it with her, under covers and in secret words and languages. Words only heard by lips pressed kissing, gently and softly. Words only heard in the laughter playing boardgames on the floor. Words only heard in the quiet sound of footsteps in the kitchen, popping popcorn before diving into the world of a blanket and the noise of the rain, watching a cheesy movie with no sounds and you mouth your own words.
And she catches me in this little world of mine, and it's a place I've never been with anyone else, and it's a place I never want to be with anyone else other than her. In our own little world where we can pull blankets over our head. Where we can get away with anything -- staying inside without a care in the world, without a care for work or without a care for other people. They'll understand if we say we weren't there because it was raining. They'll understand if we say we were too busy falling in love with every raindrop that fell from the sky.
They'll understand and they'll let go, the way we can let go of everything, all bundled up not in blankets but in the comfort of each other. In the comfort of these smiles, this world.
In the comfort of this love.
When it rains, I want nothing but to be in this little world with her, this little bubble, loving her.
And when you sit inside -- when you just sit and listen and you can hear the rapping of the rain on the window, I swear it's the sound of a thousand tiny voices speaking in a foreign language, and it becomes my own little world. It becomes my own little world where I can stay couped up inside, where I can dim all the lights and wrap myself in a blanket in imitation of beautiful butterflies.
It becomes a day where I want nothing else but to share it with her, under covers and in secret words and languages. Words only heard by lips pressed kissing, gently and softly. Words only heard in the laughter playing boardgames on the floor. Words only heard in the quiet sound of footsteps in the kitchen, popping popcorn before diving into the world of a blanket and the noise of the rain, watching a cheesy movie with no sounds and you mouth your own words.
And she catches me in this little world of mine, and it's a place I've never been with anyone else, and it's a place I never want to be with anyone else other than her. In our own little world where we can pull blankets over our head. Where we can get away with anything -- staying inside without a care in the world, without a care for work or without a care for other people. They'll understand if we say we weren't there because it was raining. They'll understand if we say we were too busy falling in love with every raindrop that fell from the sky.
They'll understand and they'll let go, the way we can let go of everything, all bundled up not in blankets but in the comfort of each other. In the comfort of these smiles, this world.
In the comfort of this love.
When it rains, I want nothing but to be in this little world with her, this little bubble, loving her.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Me And The Moon
Okay, so there's this feeling ...
There's this feeling that you get when you've been up all night. If you were busy working, if you couldn't sleep, the reason doesn't matter, but your eyes found you up still come the dead of night. At the break of dawn you find yourself on the edge of the world where you can't see anything but the way the dawn looks after staying up an entire night. It's easy on your eyes, it takes away all the pain of not sleeping. One by one, muscles relax and you sink into the way that the sky is slowly becoming lighter.
You sink into the way that the stars are slowly being covered up, they're disappearing behind a blanket of light that's coming up through the clouds. It's a clarifying moment where there's nothing else you can see, nothing else you can think of. You can smell the dawn when it comes to you like this, fresh and brilliant and the way the world should always be. It completely takes you over.
It's the way I feel when I'm around her.
It's the best example I can give. The world lights up, and I feel all the smaller things, I feel like all the light I'd seen before were just stars that could only do so much to light up the world, and she came along and lit it up with ease. When she steps into the room, she lights it up and she lights up further than the borders, the walls of the room. It's the realization of the dawn, the feeling that you don't see with your eyes after a long night up -- it's that feeling that you feel and see in your heart, like it's slowly filling it up. Like it's becoming something more than it ever could have been or could be otherwise.
It is the feeling of finding that piece of you that you were missing, that feeling of finding it every time you see her.
And all you can do is take in a breath and thank god for the dawn, and hope to never have to see the night again.
This love is knowing that even though the night does come, the dawn is always there for you.
This love is feeling everything relax and slip away, everything but that moment, everything but that delicate feeling when she touches your hand and you slip away from the world for just a second before you reappear, a blip on the map. And when you come back, you're happier -- you're better, and you're ready for whatever the day brings.
This love is beautiful, this love is the beginning of everything, this love is worth making it through any night for.
This love is everything truly important.
This is the love that I love, one heartbeat, one kiss, and one smile at a time. The love that I live every time I wake up smiling and thinking of her, and the love that I dream of when I long for nothing more than her touch.
There's this feeling that you get when you've been up all night. If you were busy working, if you couldn't sleep, the reason doesn't matter, but your eyes found you up still come the dead of night. At the break of dawn you find yourself on the edge of the world where you can't see anything but the way the dawn looks after staying up an entire night. It's easy on your eyes, it takes away all the pain of not sleeping. One by one, muscles relax and you sink into the way that the sky is slowly becoming lighter.
You sink into the way that the stars are slowly being covered up, they're disappearing behind a blanket of light that's coming up through the clouds. It's a clarifying moment where there's nothing else you can see, nothing else you can think of. You can smell the dawn when it comes to you like this, fresh and brilliant and the way the world should always be. It completely takes you over.
It's the way I feel when I'm around her.
It's the best example I can give. The world lights up, and I feel all the smaller things, I feel like all the light I'd seen before were just stars that could only do so much to light up the world, and she came along and lit it up with ease. When she steps into the room, she lights it up and she lights up further than the borders, the walls of the room. It's the realization of the dawn, the feeling that you don't see with your eyes after a long night up -- it's that feeling that you feel and see in your heart, like it's slowly filling it up. Like it's becoming something more than it ever could have been or could be otherwise.
It is the feeling of finding that piece of you that you were missing, that feeling of finding it every time you see her.
And all you can do is take in a breath and thank god for the dawn, and hope to never have to see the night again.
This love is knowing that even though the night does come, the dawn is always there for you.
This love is feeling everything relax and slip away, everything but that moment, everything but that delicate feeling when she touches your hand and you slip away from the world for just a second before you reappear, a blip on the map. And when you come back, you're happier -- you're better, and you're ready for whatever the day brings.
This love is beautiful, this love is the beginning of everything, this love is worth making it through any night for.
This love is everything truly important.
This is the love that I love, one heartbeat, one kiss, and one smile at a time. The love that I live every time I wake up smiling and thinking of her, and the love that I dream of when I long for nothing more than her touch.
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