Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Storm Intercepted

I saw lightning mimic the color of your eyes
I heard your voice whisper in a song
I felt your skin in the grass that grazed mine
I almost tasted you, sweet on my tongue

I recognized the electricity in my spine
My heart raced to the thundering skies
When lightning mimicked the color of your eyes

Music played where it shouldn't belong
I knew the sound well before it was gone
When I heard your voice whisper in a song


An almost kiss disappeared into the night
And our faces aligned eye to eye
An imagined moment was lost in time
When I felt your skin in the grass that grazed mine


I realized,

Your eyes were just a trick of the light
Your voice just the lyrics of another's song 
Your skin just an imagined brushing of the night
When I almost tasted you, sweet on my tongue