a stone.

i remembered a night of pure perfection.
it was february, or thereabouts, and the air was warm and thick.
we were on a night-time wander that took us down to the esplanade.
there were palm trees fronting a black river which lay not so far away.
a band was playing in a pseudo-tent which had been raised near the glass pyramid.
we lay on our backs on the gass, staring at a sky smothered with stars.
okkervil river sung "a stone", and i remember trying to make him smile.
the city lights were stunning, holding as much promise and wonder as you could imagine.
i stroked his hair as he melted into my arms.
i was complete for the merest of moments. life returned as fast as it had stopped.
the clocks continued to spin and whirr, but i felt changed.
it was just a night, but i'll always remember it when that song plays.
the lovliest words, whispered and meant.

i'll be the princess - lovely, stubborn and brave.
you'll be the stone.
and i'll wait in awe for the knave with the solitary rose.

*smiles*