Shallow is Your Depth

Shallow is your depth.
Small like a puddle you can't even splash in.
But I see such beautiful hints of light in you.
So I sit and I wait.
I wait for the storm to come that will give you depth.
Sometimes I try and do the rain dance even.
Because I see such beautiful hints of light in you.
But the rain dance didn't work when I was five and it won't work when I'm twenty-five.
So I sit and I wait.
Staring. Wishing. Hoping.
That one day something will rush in and give you the depth I want for you.
Maybe it's selfish.
But I see such beautiful hints of light in you.
Maybe that's just not how life has to be.
Maybe we could all be shallow puddles and live just fine.
But you my dear are not a puddle.
You are an ocean in my eyes.
So I sit and I wait.
For the storm to come that shows you that you are more than a puddle.
Because the rain dance didn't work when I was five and it isn't going to work when I am twenty-five.
Waiting in this drought for you to shine for more than just me.
Because I can already see you.
I just cannot bring you the storm you need.
I cannot be a puddle.
I have been stormed on many times over.
But you my dear are the most beautiful puddle I have ever laid eyes on.
So I will sit and I will wait.
Because I see such beautiful hints of light in you and I know one day you will outshine us all.