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From the glass barrier,  water drops hit the outside
and somehow seem to touch my cheek
Sliding down,
and down...
growing bigger
'til each drop falls to the ground
to slide down the long green blades of grass.
From the bars of the window pane I am only a character
in some bigger play
and each drop,
drip...drip...
only takes one more second to watch
one more second from my life
when it captures my eyes
and I slide to the ground
and on to act two
where I stare from the glass...
again.
There's a reason~ I long to be that reason
why you walk slowly in the rain
while everyone else runs
your hair matted down,
taste of hair-spray in your mouth
leather coat~
covered in memories of
drip...drip...
Maybe if I was the rain, Oh, I'd love to be the rain
to touch the soft locks of hair
to rest upon your porcelain skin
and feel your fingertips
when you brush me away
Oh, I'd love to be the rain
to follow you
all the way home
to make you laugh
as I tickle your eyelashes
and dance at your feet
I long to be part of the play~ I only watch from the window
to feel what I see
to touch what I love
to experience the rain
Instead of the cold I feel
with my face pressed up to the glass
If there's a reason~ I long to be that reason...
that you sleep only to the
drip...drip...
against your heart
that you sit for hours
alone to listen
to the part of the melody
everyone else never heard
From the house across the way I can only watch you turn out your lights
but I want to hold your
head in my lap
and allow you to dream
regardless of the
drip...drip...
but because of the
thump...thump...
of my heart.
And when you wake up I don't want to hear
an audience clap
I don't want the spotlight
to show an ending...
but rather a beginning
I want to cover you in kisses
that get bigger
as they slide down your face
the way the rain drops did down my window
and during the next scene
I'll dance at your feet.
If there's a reason~ let me be that reason,
that you love the rain,
not because you only sleep when it rains
but because the
drip...drip...
reminds you of the
thump...thump...
of my heart.
--Jess Eroh |
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