Poem for you

I can't remember the way your hair is sunlight 

But I wish it was night so I could see it shining for the south

I can't remember the way your laugh is the green grass bursting from frozen ground

But I wish it was spring so I could smell it living and growing

Here I am sitting in class and all I want is 

To throw myself into the lake of your blue jean jacket with the lady painted on the back 

And be shocked by the cold of the water on my skin

To feel every nerve of my skin wake

After this sleepy apathy of this seemingly unending lecture

Imagine a future where you have eternal sunny days

Imagine a space in between the day and night where it's still warm but the sun is still below the horizon 

Imagine a warm dark space where you know the names of every living thing around you and imagine you hold a paintbrush and lights and colors pour fourth from your hand

How do you hold the days in your hand and how do you imagine the night?