he was sitting on a rock, halfway into the water, his legs unmoving, his feet reaching the small waves slapping the stone he sat on. the sun shone behind him. i could not see his face and had to come closer. i could not make out what he looked like. i went nearer. it still did not help much. and i wanted to see. there was something i just had to see. i walked over to him and stood right before him. his eyes were closed. i could not believe this. i had to see into them! how dare he keep them shut like that? i leaned forward and pressed with my hands flat on his thighs. his eyes opened so quickly, i nearly stepped back, but managed to keep still while looking into them. they had flecks, like i knew they would. and crinkles in the corners that smiled and frowned at the same time. he had big eyes for a god. open and wide. they looked at mine. it was like looking at myself in a mirror. i saw honest curiosity swimming in them. i saw acceptance and care in them. and i saw the dawning of joy that only love can bring. i knew i was home then and i knew i would never leave. i knew he saw this too; he was seeing everything i was seeing. we may as well have looked through the same eyes. then, to my own utter astonishment, i started singing:
i know a comb, without a home
i know a ghost who likes hot toast
i know a bat, forget about that
and i love you, and that is true.
he responded! :
well, i know a fairy, her name is mary
and she owns a gnat who owns a bat,
the bat is fat, let's leave it at that,
i love u more, it's you i adore.
i'm very sick and tired of bats
even ones that wear red flats
and if you want my point of view
it's simple, really, i love you.
deeply down you do love bats
i know of this for all your rats
your point of view is much like mine
i love you too, i'm your valentine.
i do love bats, if they are roasted
or maybe, sometimes, lightly toasted
i'm pleased to be your valentine
and i'm delighted you're mine