You

This is for the first time when I saw you standing there with your curly, brown hair hung over the stare in your eyes that made me first fall in love your great spark of humor which starts the beginning of every end that begins with a smile And all the while, you thought you were one of those ordinary people which you read about in a book, but if you look, you are my mountain of greatness which collects the passing words flowing through your lips like water in the fountain of youth and beauty that dips into a puddle of clocks ticking and melting like snow But when it dissolves, it flows and grows, into an ocean of feelings, deeply kept like the sorrow of your tears that yesterday caused, recklessly Like sliding in the mud, trudging uphill, facing the wind of dim, sweet irony that in fact, I’ve never seen, like the clean, new shine of your legs under your jeans But I’m willing to take the benefit of the doubt that this will make you walk with your back in my view, like taillights in the dark, under the stars, where we first sat and your hand touched my arm and it was warm like a poem, hidden under your door, on the cold floor where my mind was once before I met your sweet face And all my thoughts are based on and on until you leave like the leaves in the fall that fall into orange and red which you dream of in bed Its 3 A.M. and I can’t close my eyes I try, but the wind is blowing too hard to hear your breathing not clear enough to touch or brush with my fingertips, that lingers in memory of your name sliding across the paper and pen that just ran out of ink. Your face is still on my mind the whole time I write these words that rhyme every line as I sigh, deep as a hurricane But I can’t blame the moon that shines over the sun that I will see when I open my eyes to a surprise that I may have just dreamt of us together, when the weather was once like this and it brings me back to where I started…you.