Your eyes spoke softly,
And I, abashed and shyly listened.

Suddenly, my lips part,
As I try to resist the pull of gravity.

“If I could walk with you,” I said,
“I’d like to steal some time.”

You replied with a pull of a tie,
“I’ll make you mine.”

Blonde locks adorned in lavender,
Blue hues piercing through the shade
Lashes batting like a strobe,
Captivating like a silent film.

This fedora dripped,
Melting from my careless hands.
I clenched my fists for a moment.

How simple words fall on deaf ears
When no one listens to the signs,
Just like we do.

Sing a song, bluebird.
I’m all ears to hear your lyrics hum.
Wash over me in technicolor.
I’ve dreamt of nothing better.

This scene is so noir,
But I see the light.
Sun hues, greener grass,
and thoughts of you.

Is this real or am I dreaming again?