The stillness of sleep takes me to strange and distant shores.
The rain in her eyes falls slow and grey, but here eyes are brown.
I am just a dreamer, and she is just a dream. I dreamt I loved her with all my heart.
There's something inexplicable and unreachable waiting deep in me for the moment I find her in reality.
She appeared before me on the crest of the waveform of my thought, and I loved her for an infinite instant as our paths briefly crossed.
I never thought I would ever be sitting next to her, exchanging pleasantries, attempting to keep the conversation from lapsing into awkward silence.
There's nothing supernatural about love, I tell myself. It doesn't have to happen with thunderbolts across the sky, earth shaking proclamations of pure, instantaneous, electrical love.
There's nothing supernatural about her, I admit to myself. She's just a brown-haired girl with fairydust in her eyes, a princess for a prince, who works in a smoothie shop.
There's nothing wrong with me. Reality and I have our disputes, but in the end--in a final analysis--there's only one way.
And so I closed her wild eyes with kisses four, and walked away into the slowly falling rain.
Even without the supernatural, I want to love her. I wanted so badly to be in love, and there she was, beautiful, on the crest of the waveform of my thought.
Play me a love song.