Lyrids

The big dipper's moved a couple of degrees since I laid down on this roof to feel the summer night's soft breeze, looked up at the stars and decided that I would wait for you.

I'll wait for the chilly wind to roll away that blanket of clouds shrouding my vision.

I'll wait for tired city lights to go to sleep, one by one.

I'll wait for planes to pass and birds to fly by because they're just not you.

And when you come, even in brevity, I will catch every part of you that comes crashing down to my atmosphere fast and brightly:

though sometimes too fast for me to see and sometimes too far for me to notice.

I will let you light up my sky, blaze across the darkness in my vision.

Paint a smile on my face,

and drop a tear in my eye

and hear my wish.

And I'll wait for you again.