the storm
as i watch the lighting in the distance, illuminating the clouds,
ai see your beautiful face, your eyes gazing into mine.
i stand in the breeze of the coming storm, letting it wrap around me,
and i feel your warmth, your arms, your gentle skin.
steadily, tiny drops of rain start to fall, covering me from head to toe,
and i wish that i could see you again to see that face, those eyes,
to feel that warmth all around me after the cold, cold rain.
i'm not asking you to say you love me, that you always will,
i just want to feel your lips against mine one more time,
your arms pulling me closer, your hair in my fingers.
so i'll go lay down, hold my pillow close and tight,
and dream of you.
Friday, Jun. 10, 2005 - 2:58 am