Thoughts of You at Midnight

[lryca]

Late in the evening, after rain,
Looking up into the night sky-

My body becomes a simple mixture of
Dust, wind, and thoughts or dreams,
Floating above your home,
Looking down towards your deep eyes
That glimmer.

Your hair is still wet.
Perhaps you were waiting for someone,
Thinking of that person while he is away.
The night chill takes your sighs,
And I could almost make out his name
In the darkness.

You send out wishes towards shooting stars,
And from my lonely place I am suddenly pierced
By a rush of sparkling, hungry, delirious longing.

My sight follows it along a trail of stardust,
Where it falls upon my distant body;
Onto these two, patient hands outstretched
Made comfortable by the thought of you
And the memory of your skin.

Looking up into the night sky,
I see you before me,
Coming to me from a hundred years past.