We walked, like a dream
Moving through the night,
disappearing into the day.
There were times when I wanted to cry,
Blotting away the rose-tint rays of hope
That made the dust dance in my line of sight.

We were watching the time pass,
Selecting, stretching out minutes,
Willing them to last.
Laughter that tumbled out hung in the air
Trying to coat us with its glory,
a mosaic of a story of success.

We stopped, to let ourselves be swallowed
By the yawn of life rousing,
All around us.
The thunderstorms that surged in your eyes
Stuck out a gradual finger of electro-light
To strike me, right square in the chest.

We were heightened,
Sensing the dehydration, discontent
alongside the humidity and heat.
Tasting, testing, turning over them
With our tongues, found the taste of rain,
Of yearning, desire lacking satisfaction.

We became, for a moment
I tried to hold the fear that pushed
and tugged at my heart, threatening
To make me flint. If only
I could enclose you in the heart of a flower,
Hold you protected from everything.

I sobbed, each tear a tiny confessional,
A word of honesty. They wavered,
Varied like coloured glass, a maze,
Creating a bigger picture. Cling to me
Like my shadow. I failed to see
You put your arms around me, and say:
“Love is a funny thing.”