To be with you
Is to be without you
To hear your name
Is to hear a whisper in the streets
To see your face
Is a mere blur in a crowded room.
I’m at the party
Looking through the glass
Behind smoke and mirrors
I see your silhouette, but you don’t see me
And it’s poetic to watch the people laugh
And the room bows to your every move
As you gracefully glide
Like you always do.
You are a black and white film
You do not need sound
As you motion
You sway like the branches of the trees
As you dance around the field
Swinging your noose in your hand
And laughing all the way down those snowy hills into the golden sunset
I only wish you could see the colours as I do.