September 1st

For the love of my life

I love the silent hour of the night

When the streetlight shines bright through my window pane

And it makes the branches look like hands

But the hands keep trying to break in through the glass

In this silent hour of the night

Which wouldn't be so silent

If the sound of silence were instead the silence of your absent heartbeat

Tapping along to the rhythm of the fingers at the window

And the flickering rhythm of the streetlight

To the rhythm of the curtain swinging with the wind

I love the scent of dew in the morning

As the sun comes out yet one more time

To remind me how it comes out here to take your place

As the grass grows more and more each day

And it seems it never stops

What does that remind you of?

The dew-covered grass protects it all

Where we could run and I could see

The colour of the sky inside your eyes

As the sun comes out yet one more time

And I wish it was you I feel, instead of dew

Running slowly through my hair and never letting go

I love the sight of the wind blowing gently through the branches  

(The ones that kinda look like hands)

It dances and whispers "it's me, I'm here"

And stares at them in the eye

Those hands, those limbs, those leaves

And it seems to say "it's me, I'm here"

(But it doesn't ever hold these hands)

Would you hold my hand if it was you, the wind, and me instead?

I love to feel the raindrops in my hands

As it pours and pours and pours

Forming rivers down the street

And it feels as though it'll never stop

And I hope it'll never stop

When it pours it pours it pours

While we dance out in the street

And it reaches out for you and me

I love the taste of sugar at dessert

Because it only gets better every time

Futile as it were to try to stop it

But I promise I'll always save you the last bit

The one that's the best of all any time

Only if you let me kiss it off of you afterwards

You see, I love the night, the dew

The wind and the rain

And the taste of sugar at dessert

But now I know that it is true

That in all these five, there's always you

For as much as this is true

I taste the sound of my own voice

Sometimes saying "please, don't go"

It feels as though it's pouring rain

Making soothing noises as it lands onto the dirt

But when the wind has blown

And taken away its voice

As soon as the dew ascends

Into the quietness of the night

We're the only thing that'll stay behind

For we've seen it, we've seen it all

Felt it and heard it all

And when time is done counting forward and decides to change its course

When it decides there's nothing left to come

We'll show it, and we will

We'll show it we were never gone