It's quite strange how sometimes
A song can last much longer
Than it usually does. And how
A journey is very quick on
The one occasion you wish
For it to last forever.

All I could do was steal
The occasional glance in
Her direction, and feel the spark
Of our eyes meeting briefly,
As others saw the momentary flashes
Of booms overhead, somewhere
In the twilit sky above.

Her hair, woven from the finest
Fibres of midnight, made
The dusk seem like noon
On midsummer's day, as
Her eyes contrasted perfectly.

And there I was, having to use
The buildings and passing buses
As an excuse to dive into
The oceans of her eyes as I
Stretched my fingers and
Remembered the shadows they
Had cast earlier on, when
I caressed the passing breeze.

And then, after only a brief
Presence, she left, and
Passed me by with her eyes
Turned towards some other thought.

I was left alone, at the mercy
Of the trees and the water
And the distant mountains,
And the memory of the eyes
That met mine so briefly,
Yet by their light have burned
The core of my being.

06/26/2002

Posted on 07/11/2002
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