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Vignettes

by David Neubauer

and then the clock struck twelve.
We turned, still sitting close together,
our breath showing before our faces in
small puffs of faerie fire, with moths
dancing around the street lamp like
tiny pixies in a mad revelry. We sat there,
looking,
and eventually parted arms, and then ways.
As I watched her,
slowly walking away, I wanted to
cry out
but my fear holds my voice back, and I
merely can force out a whisper,
"Maybe I could have loved you."
And, through the clouds above,
a single star might be visible...
but that is for another night.
~
and when you close your eyes, is there
any chance that you see me? Your
eyes, that entrancing shade of
jade and moss, have burned themselves
into my memory, and into my heart. And
your smile, the small twitch of
your mouth, and the glow in your eyes,
that smile has stolen my time and my
thoughts. And so I'll sit here now,
staring into those eyes, and getting lost
in the glow of your smiles. Because
I have always wanted to be in a place
like this. And I hope
that I can
stay...
~
coming back from far away.
We walked, talking quietly,
discussing much of nothing,
and laughing. I watched her
through the eyes in the back of my head,
painfully aware that she was
there, and that I wanted
nothing more than to lose myself
in those eyes. We crossed streets,
and jumped fences, but I never got
any closer to my
destination. So I stare,
and watch my eyes burn.

03/03/2003

Author's Note: An expiriment. Might even get more added.

Posted on 08/23/2003
Copyright © 2024 David Neubauer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Don Coffman on 08/28/03 at 07:13 AM

Entirely gorgeous. It brings back memories of some beautiful eyes I've lost myself in in the past.

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