You came into my life suddenly like a storm on a summer day,
Throwing all of your force into me like the dry ground I was.
You broke down all of my walls and fell into me before I knew if I was dancing or dreaming.
Kissing you was like a warm summer night.
Sweet and open.
The nights are darker, the stars are big enough to get sucked into,
the grass feels cool in between my toes, and your skin smelled amazing.
Warm and inviting.
Your kisses on my my face felt like snowflakes, melting and swarming all over me.
Everything stopped and I only saw you.
I can feel you even now, being us and making moments that would last forever.
My memories come unbidden, so easy to go back...
Hands doing what lips do, you would catch me on fire
but I never knew how to tell you.
Summer nights, blinding lightning, heart stopping thunder, Rain falling hard enough to hurt wonderfully.
Maybe the earth spun faster then because the top blew off before I was ready to fly away.
Summer turned into the passionate Autumn, and fell blindly into the fire of Winter.
And as always spring came unwanted with new beginnings.
More tears to build up the sea.
Soft as a feather falling you return to my dreams now, enough to make me yearn for you.
Does it demean what we had to think of what could have happened?
I don't want to know.
I feel young and alive and I want to sing my heart till I blow away into a series of music notes. Spend my life humming memories.
Memories of summer hummed...I imagine it would sound like
grass growing, stars twinkling, hot summer air...but how can I put notes to that?
Cheapen it with words.
For never was a story of more woe...Than me trying to let go.
- "Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow'd night,
- Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
- Take him and cut him out in little stars,
- And he will make the face of Heaven so fine
- That all the world will be in love with night,
- And pay no worship to the garish sun."
- ~Juliet, Act 3, scene 2 "Romeo and Juliet."
Every time I think back to then I always think of rain storms. I always wonder how things would have gone if I hadn't had to leave?