brown-eyed girl

the great lazy dome of the sky
is dripping diamonds,
and you hold out your hand
as if to catch them,
and you laugh,
and i laugh.

the desert is cold at midnight
in a way you would
never believe it could be
if you have only been in the desert
at noon.

i can see your face -
turned to the sky -
reflected in my spectacles
when you stand behind me,
and i stay very still
to look at you
without your knowing.

van morrison starts to sing
through the layer of car radio static,
"hey, where did we go -
days when the rain came?"
and you laugh again.

i see you turn your reflected face
to find mine -
your face filled with anticipation
of our shared reaction to the song.
"...with our hearts thumping."

and so i turn my face to meet yours.