My hands on top of yours holding an umbrella

Still dripping from the moments before it was opened

Caught in a downpour we are still

My eyes and yours

Wet hair and damp clothes

The rain is curtains around us

The only sound is water on nylon

Followed by water in gutters

There’s no place I’d rather be

Than shivering under and umbrella with you....

If I linger too long staring at a streetlight

I’ll become lost in its bulb of white

The melancholy takes me as I think of that night

Dancing and smiling as the pole holds me right

As I spin round and round I can’t let you slip from my sight

We bath in the glow that washes us bright

And I can’t help but know I finally feel alright

Thank god for streetlights, your eyes, and memories that take f...

High above the city

I sit in a swing

How the sky looks so pretty

It shows me many things

Things of what’s behind

And things of up ahead

The sky pays no mind

And relaxes mine instead

Back and forth I swing

The sky and I as one

Back and forth I swing

The sunset is nearly done

The cool air starts to sting

As the shadows begin to win

The sky has finished reflecting

All the pinks that ma...