For that somebody I have yet to meet ...
I know you are out there.
I know you look up at the full moon and you see a face that you can't define.
And like me, you can almost see the shape, feel the texture and smell the hair
when the wind blows it.
And like me, you are struggling to form the curves into a face you can see, a face
you can recognize. An eye you can stare at. And a mouth you can kiss.
And like me, you tried tracing the moon. Then you close your eyes, and tries to draw the ears, the nose, the eyes, the mouth, and the lips. Then you anxiously open your eyes to see if it formed a face, the face of someone you will give a kiss to, unending.
And like me, I know you are asking the heavens the question: when will we meet?
And like me, all you will ever hear is an empty response from above. A darkened sky. And the laugh of thunder.
Posted by digitalkapre at 11:09 PM | 4 comments





