Waiting for Midnight
It’s midnight now
I’m holding your hand on a porch that hasn’t been built yet.
Standing by a tree not yet grown
I know someday is coming
Someday
But it’s midnight now
I hear crickets chirping among the dew
I can feel the cool breeze curling itself up against my shoulder to sleep.
The cold damp grass softly cushions the earth where my feet fall upon it.
And I am holding your hand at midnight
A midnight where a moth flies around a small gas-lit lamp on a railing
As if it is waiting for something to happen
Waiting for us to happen
A midnight where tiny frogs peep from a distant pond
And your breath almost leaves steam in the air like a dragon.
Like the breeze in my hair
I waited for this you see
Waited for your breath on my cheek
The taiga of my cheek bones
Every midnight it took to meet you
To love you
Or maybe I was always meant to love you
And maybe I have always loved you
And every other midnight before this
Was merely an old phase of a new moon.
But on this midnight we are rocking in a bench we built together
The flame of the lamp flashes shadows on the western wall of our house
And I know I am happy
I know I am happy because you are here
Because you are here and I am happy
And maybe the midnight we meet is still waiting for a sun to set
Or maybe it’s sun has already risen
And the moon is watching us both
Patiently
Hoping we notice her soon.
Because although I know it’s cliche
And although I know it’s childish
I do believe in love
And I do believe you’re out there
Waiting for me.
Waiting for my smile
Waiting for my hands
Or my laugh in the dark
Under the stars
And I hope that I will find you
Someday
And I know that only time will tell
But he is such a secretive old sailor
Floating in the sea at midnight
Desperately looking to find his way home
Just as lost as I am
And maybe just as lost as you
But when midnight comes
I will be your lighthouse
And you will be my northern star
And together
We will always be enough.