Martedì, 08 Giugno, 2004 | Posted by Lionel Gerkin at 16:50

It was the wings I always remember. She kept them well hidden, but I would sneak a peek early in the morning. She would always rise before me. She stood there in the early morning light, her eyes peeking through the heavy sleep and she would stretch.

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.

I remember the distinct sound of her wings. It was like the snap of an umbrella opening. Not that she ever used them, even though she couldn't exist without them. I would peak through the sheets trying to make sure she couldn't see me.

She would open the blind slowly and the sun would rush in foolishly, trying to see what was going on. It would wrap itself around her until she glowed and you could feel a warmth spread through the room, even on the coldest mornings.

She looked quickly around on one such morning. She caught me looking. I quickly clutched my eyes closed.

I slit an opening to see where she was and if she was still watching. I found her face only centimeters from mine. The glow of her skin was magical. Her wings were outstretched and fluttered. I could see their shadow against the wall. Quickly I snapped shut my eyes again. I felt her warm breath on my cheek as her lips pressed against it with a kiss.

Yes you're lovely, never, ever change
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight.

I didn't want to open my eyes again. I didn't want the scene to disappear. I wanted it to be there always.