I saw you for the first time,
That night, when I was in bed,
In the garden, among the roses and thorns.
The darkness didn't blind me from you.
I could never let it.
You barely spoke a hundred words,
Yet I could read the story of you-
A dreamer, alone, in the night-
And me, left by myself,
On the balcony in early spring.
My cheek upon my palm,
Watching the lake, hearing the songs of birds,
Counting the hearts in the clouds,
That was all I knew before.
I never thought I could feel my heart pound inside my head,
So how was I to know that this wasn't for real?
Well, that's just what you first feel,
When you realize the workings of a soul mate.
It's cliché to say your heart pounds like a drum,
Even more when you look into their eyes,
And can see the soul of what's within.
Too bad they're all so very true,
When we walk through the woods,
Away from all-seeing eyes.
Watching your dark hair shine,
Like the angel that homes your soul,
I can't bring myself to stay away.
Especially when you reach for me,
While I dwell in the dark.
I'm afraid to admit, though it's true,
That, no matter the circumstances,
I can never leave you.
To do so, would be taking all of me,
into the void.
But then again,
Morning must come eventually,
So your ghost haunts me in my waking life.
The sun isn't as bright,
When our lives aren't one.
Your memory creates pictures and dirty secrets
That my heart must hide away,
But only till I close my eyes.
On golden wings, I fly,
When you keep my close enough,
To feel your heart.
The hearts I've counted in the clouds-
They're not that far away now.
Pluck one and keep it for me,
Please,
When I have to leave you again.
There must be another world
Where you are,
If not just in my mind.
So, if I should ever not come back,
Keep a place for me too.