The rain streamed down so many panes of glass,
With you beneath, bustling, working,
And I watched…
My mirrored soul-streams spilled outside, reflecting
As my confessions, compliments, and I fell hopelessly, endlessly.
My heart pressed against my mouth to spill;
The windows of my mind got in the way
As I wanted, like the rain, to shower you
With all of the secret feelings I have kept
As you talked of safe-but-uncomfortable places
Of perfection,
Of the perfection of making another smile.
I wonder:
Will this work?
Will this pool of truth reach you
The way the truth of you reached me,
The way you woke me from the never-ending struggle of a dream,
As the pools of your dark eyes reflect a solitary place we both love well,
As your veins strain visibly to contain your vibrant vitality,
While your smile lights you and me infectiously, and all around who see
The way your way embraces everyone and everything…?
Oceans of Mine 