Current mood:
adored
Category: Romance and Relationships
Written 08/30/09
for Devin, my sunshine. ^_^
Love is an old notion. Older than you or I.
And with its age, it has gained the talents
to change the world.
It can do a lot of things.
It can move mountains.
It can heal souls.
It can end wars.
It can bring smiles upon faces.
But there is one thing
that I am very certain
love cannot do:
transcend time.
I sit in the open back
of my parents' minivan
in the early morning hours...
at least, I think it's early.
Not that it mattered.
A love ballad plays...
someone's notion of love
set to sound, and I sing with all my heart.
I sing to the sunshine who lies in my arms,
tired from shining for the world all day.
I put my face to the soft, blond locks upon his head,
and barely whisper the lyrics of someone else's notion.
I sound terrible, of this I am certain.
But he listens intently
to the song I sing,
and he smiles,
and speaks of how pretty my voice is.
So I go on, and sing
of lost love,
of true love,
of broken hearts,
and healed hearts,
and I sing
with the pain
of a thousand heartaches
and the affection
of a thousand schoolgirl crushes,
and he smiles wider,
and holds me,
and kisses me,
and tells me not to stop,
and even in the midnight black of the sky,
he shines brighter than the stars above our heads.
He illuminates my world,
my life,
my heart.
He shines for me,
and all I can do is keep singing
and pray that this moment,
this night,
this feeling
is infinite,
never ceasing,
forever lasting.
I pray the dawn never breaks
to take him away.
I pray morning never comes.
But no amount of romance,
of kisses,
of hugs,
of compassion,
of passionate lovemaking,
of feelings,
heartfelt or not...
none of it changes the truth
that love cannot transcend time.
It cannot cease its progression.
It can't delay the inevitable.
The sun will rise,
the day will be begin anew,
the morning will come
to take my sunshine away from me
and share his warmth
with the rest of the world.
So all I can do is wait
until the next day ends,
until the sunshine is tired again,
until the dead of night
to hold him in my arms,
and sing to him the notions of love.
I wait until his light shines for me,
and time,
though still moving,
no longer matters.