Songs of Seattle

I see Seattle in your eyes,

and though the wind blows I am distracted by your lips
which tune the city lights out of view
and make centuries long for just one more sunrise.

And we walk down fourth street,
kind of holding hands with three tiny fingers just
barely clinging on as they sway back and forth.

I raise my eyes to greet you on my left
and you do the same to your right,

you smile

and then you gently let go,
giving me the chance to start all over again.

Now I climb these city walls like Spiderman on skyscrapers,
just to find you,
alone in the middle of me.
You're mere essence the taste of my persistent and passionate prayers
to the time you throw back your hair and I want to catch 100 cabs
just to cruise the curves
of your neck.

Chamomile is now the fragrance that I cling to,
sniffing the clouds that cover this city, but on this day
they rest and let the sun play.

Your lips are his sandbox,
your cheek bones, his great adventure,
and your eyebrows, his dream of growing up to become a man
and growing to know the truth...

that God is alive,
and in this city He rest,

in the quintessence of your existence.

He finds pleasure in loving your name
and passing that love to me to give it back again.

So now I run,
and I walk,
and I even begin to crawl,

searching every street sign,
every bar and coffee house
every bum and every grandfather,
each suburban home of this urban paradise
to learn all I can of this beautiful place,

so that when I see you I can say

"God is here,
and i see Seattle in your eyes."