Percabeth

One of my favorite songs. By Ron Pope, Fireflies.

When the streetlights come on and the fireflies flicker,
I am walking her home making plans.
With her shoes in her hands, I am watching her dance,
As the hem of her dress gently kisses the grass

I walk her down the street, taking her home, where Dr. Chase and his wife will wait. They are wonderful people, with a woderful approach, and I can't help but make plans of our future. As I do, I can picture the dress sway across the dew-dipped grass and her bare feet walk across it. The clouds are turning a fierce gray like her eyes, and I wonder why her feet move so beautifully against the sunset while the fireflies seem to move to our secretive song. Yet there is no music, we dance together with our hands embedded into them, with our hearts pouring themselves to each other.

It suddenly rains on us,
She is laughing and turns up her hands.

The heavy rain begins to fall rythmically on our formal clothes. Her dress becoming damp in seconds. My tux turning wet from the droplets of water. I smile as she looks to the sky. Her arms turn inside out, and she gasps at the unpredictable weather. She starts giggling and steps towards me and presses her forehead to mine.

Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That's why fireflies flash.

I think to myself when she has to go. When she must stay with her parents while I'll wait at home across the country. Wishing she'll be in my arms afe from harms way. I'll wait as the rain streak my window as I wait for the day I can be with her for the rest of my life. But until then I can just enjoy the time I have with her right now and think about how I'll manage being by myself for a while. Instead I kiss her, dreading the time I'll have to let go of her welcoming arms. But wherever that she may be while I'm not there, I understand is that our next time will never be the same as it was this summer. Even if our love doesn't last, no matter what, some things will never change on this world. And I can only hope it doesn't fade away.

When this summertime ends, we will not part as friends,
Things were promised in blood; we have sinned.
Now there's tears in her eyes as she's screaming goodbyes,
I run 'long side the car turning numb to the sound.

When we do have to say goodbye, I'll miss her deeply, and no that it will never be easy. When we do manage to say goodbye, I'll be numb to everything that is said to me, and I'll only know the pain on her face when we leave. I'll be screaming at her to stay longer, begging for the love we still crave, but she'll be telling me goodbye as I disagree.

I notice a chill in the air,
September is creeping up fast.

But It is not just my visual thought. I can sense the air turning into a dry and bitter time, signaling that time is almost up/ I can sense that it is becoming cooler and it will be Autumn soon.

Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That's why fireflies flash.

Innocence didn't mean we're immune to these things,
Let's blame the passage of time.
Love and loss, truth it costs more than I can spare right now.
Maybe it's simpler to lie...

The costs it takes for us to be together right now is unbearable. It's is simply slipping from our grasp, and I wonder if it is easier just to say goodbye right now. We are innocent of our love but nothing can define our love now, for we will be separated for too long.

Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That's why fireflies flash

But maybe our love will last, who knows? Maybe this beautiful thing people call love landed in the palm of our hands to inform us and test us of our respect for this gift. Maybe the fates have brought our souls together to test the love fore each toher while we are gone. Maybe our beautiful love will last, and the fireflies will have a rest But for now I enjoy our time together and dissolve the worries, for I know she might sense this.

Enjoy and Review,

~Percabeth17~