I close my eyes and see yours staring at me...
You wish you could read my mind
When I don't know what I'm thinking half the time.
A song about love and loss and oceans flows from
Two four-inch speakers who are just doing the best they can.
In the blue June sky two clouds slowly move closer
then touch,
A kiss of soft, unconscious delight.
These clouds may once have been part of a storm;
they may one day be.
Cumulus meets cirrus with no thought of winter
or how many inches will be needed on the mountains this year.
A high breeze sifts through them as if they had hearts beating
with restless anticipation of inevitable evaporation.
But on this dog day afternoon these two embrace
and release
A brief moment of peace from rolling across the hot oven of the heavens.
The song ends as most songs do, then
You touch my hand, and
I open my eyes and see yours staring at me,
a soft sincere smile on your face.
I smile back knowing that sometimes
I don't have to understand.
6.24.1996
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