August 11, 2002

daydreams

i wake to the sound of the tree limbs talking to the window
the morning wind seems angry with the dawn of a new day
if monday never comes then you don't have to go
and i can brush the hair from your face
remembering the spots across your nose

i sat through the still of last night with my legs wrapped around your thighs
cradling you in my arms like a sleeping babe
wrapped in my magic blanket

it's cold and rainy now, as i walk to the front porch
leaving your warmth behind asleep in bed
last night was wonderful, holding you
the first night in my bed you laid me down like a child
smoothing my hair out beside my head
cooing me to the sound of the rain as your hands found my face

i've sat lonely by this door so many times
half in and half out of the dreams i have of you
i remember then all like yesterday
but i keep them as my everyday

when we were
sitting in the middle of a park downtown
listening to the bums talking to themselves about cleaning windows.
'you two look good together in the park. you do...yah you sure do!'

with me
leaning on you
one of my legs over one of yours
ants crawling in my shoes and all over your feet
feeling the sun coming up through the cement and into our jeans

and as you danced
counting the beats of my heart to the black marching band
on their way to the homecoming game
4th year in a row

looking out at my tree i let the rain comfort me
as it always does when your not here
and i think back to the day you pointed me out to your friends
saying, 'remember her, she's the one who has my heart'

before - after