Under gray sky
Caught in the pace of the wind
Admiring the patience of ivy
Such steadfast love of walls
I wait for the rain
As if it had already planted rivers
Upon the backs of my hands
With it I wait for your return
For your eyes that pitch and shine
Like the Mediterranean
My love a singly white sail
On the horizon
That will never reach
The port of your heart
If I could
I would build you
A statue over looking those waters
Of alabaster, ivory
Of obsidian, amethyst, and pearl
But all I can give you
Is the tremble kiss of the wind
The promise of rainfall
And the last corners of my stubborn love
Which you have not already gathered
In the lightning of your smile
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
Under gray sky
Caught in the pace of the wind
Admiring the patience of ivy
Such steadfast love of walls
I wait for the rain
As if it had already planted rivers
Upon the backs of my hands
With it I wait for your return
For your eyes that pitch and shine
Like the Mediterranean
My love a singly white sail
On the horizon
That will never reach
The port of your heart
If I could
I would build you
A statue over looking those waters
Of alabaster, ivory
Of obsidian, amethyst, and pearl
But all I can give you
Is the tremble kiss of the wind
The promise of rainfall
And the last corners of my stubborn love
Which you have not already gathered
In the lightning of your smile
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