Perspectives in Place
This Fourth of July came with a day of showers
Clouds casted across the sky.
People complained and thought it a waste
Yet I feel it most justified.
Everything that captivates and awes me
Everything that inspires and energizes.
Thunderous roars, Bright wondrous lights
Rain showers and explosions.
A most amazing night, everything was right
I found only one thing out of place
Only one thing made it a waste
I only want to dance, I only want a kiss
Twirling to the rhythm, shaking to the beat
Laughing as we soak our feet
Under this amazing light show without a care
But then I look and your not there
No drowning as we kiss forgetting to breath
No running like children through the streets
It could be the most amazing memory
But it’s a waste. No tasting rain upon your face.
It’s almost a perfect moment, but your not here.
I search the area, finding you no where.
My heart skips and flutters.
My mind searches and wonders.
I look up feeling the rain dive into my skin
My lips spread and widen into a grin
But tears hide amongst the rain
Without you here it’s just not the same
Slowly I twirl pondering and wondering
Wishing and wanting, what this night could be
Knowing nothing of the innocence I never obtained
As I see other clutching hands in the rain.
Hungering to know what that must be like
Wondering what I’m missing out on during this night
Could it be that I just don't see
The picture though I stare at it constantly
Longing only to see your face
Wishing this night wasn’t a waste
Needing your lips to be in their place
Knowing I’ll never know this taste
The colors still rain through the air
But I walk home while I don’t care
This night was amazing but it’s a ruin
It means nothing without our union.
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