To The Lady on the Train,
If I could show you all that I see in you, then I could show you my heart...
The Man in the Station
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Thursday, 18 July 2013
The world should see..
To The Lady on the Train,
I want to show the world just how amazing you are. I want the world to see you the way that I see you - beautiful, rare, and wondrous...
The Man in the Station
I want to show the world just how amazing you are. I want the world to see you the way that I see you - beautiful, rare, and wondrous...
The Man in the Station
A ride home...
To The Lady on the Train,
A hot car, windows down, your iPod and your hand in mine... I was grinning like a fool with my incredible luck and happiness at having you by my side...
The Man in the Station
A hot car, windows down, your iPod and your hand in mine... I was grinning like a fool with my incredible luck and happiness at having you by my side...
The Man in the Station
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Summer Rains...
Angel,
Between the wild rains with lightning and thunder and the storms promised for today...
Between an evening turned to dark by thick clouds and another evening that will close in on this city...
Between streets turned to rivers and the threat of more flooding to come...
Between these summer storms, one past and one promised...
We have this morning..
The air is heavy and pregnant with moisture. Low clouds and mists are pushed across the lake and through the city. The air clings to the body and motion is more like swimming through water.. Yet, compared to the night, this morning is cool and the breeze is welcomed. The birds are singing in this early dawn... The sky frosted and it's diffused light casting no shadows..
The quiet waiting between storms.
As the sun rises and the sidewalks heat up, it will steam and stifle. The clouds will pile and darken until so laden that they must fall. Perhaps this rain will not be so wild. Perhaps it will be the fat warm drops of a perfect summer rain - heavy and fast and coming straight down from the sky...
Perhaps you will be caught out in this rain - soaked to the skin in moments - hair flattened and matted to your skin. Rivulets running down your bare arms and drops bouncing off your skin - goosebumped at the thrill and face turned up and washed...
Perhaps as the sidewalks and roads puddle as you make your way home, drenched shoes, clothes and hair clinging - perhaps your step will lighten at the childlike joy of being caught in the rain... Beautiful, radiant and playful in a summer rain..
Perhaps one day I will get to see you in the rain.
Just me.
Between the wild rains with lightning and thunder and the storms promised for today...
Between an evening turned to dark by thick clouds and another evening that will close in on this city...
Between streets turned to rivers and the threat of more flooding to come...
Between these summer storms, one past and one promised...
We have this morning..
The air is heavy and pregnant with moisture. Low clouds and mists are pushed across the lake and through the city. The air clings to the body and motion is more like swimming through water.. Yet, compared to the night, this morning is cool and the breeze is welcomed. The birds are singing in this early dawn... The sky frosted and it's diffused light casting no shadows..
The quiet waiting between storms.
As the sun rises and the sidewalks heat up, it will steam and stifle. The clouds will pile and darken until so laden that they must fall. Perhaps this rain will not be so wild. Perhaps it will be the fat warm drops of a perfect summer rain - heavy and fast and coming straight down from the sky...
Perhaps you will be caught out in this rain - soaked to the skin in moments - hair flattened and matted to your skin. Rivulets running down your bare arms and drops bouncing off your skin - goosebumped at the thrill and face turned up and washed...Perhaps as the sidewalks and roads puddle as you make your way home, drenched shoes, clothes and hair clinging - perhaps your step will lighten at the childlike joy of being caught in the rain... Beautiful, radiant and playful in a summer rain..
Perhaps one day I will get to see you in the rain.
Just me.
Thursday, 4 July 2013
Desire...
To The Lady on the Train,
Whenever I look at you, all I see is all that I desire.
The Man in the Station
Whenever I look at you, all I see is all that I desire.
The Man in the Station
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