Her Eyes and Me
Her Eyes and A New Me
Her eyes!
Can she see?
Me?
Or are these butterflies
To see
The world ordinary
She won’t know
That I am around
My will run aground
In front of her
I feel she is watching
But is she?
I meet her
Hold my gaze
Yes, there is a hint
Sure there is
To myself I swear
Without regret or fear
But her vision is still fixed
Halted but drowned
Happy but frowned
But what is the bother?
Is that pain?
Or shame?
An aspiration for fame?
And too many souls to blame?
For failure
Of sweeping loss of sight
Under the flood of
Ordinariness
That plagues
Most of the world
Masked under prestige
And class
And standard
Forgetful of the unreal beauty
The real softness
Without malice
Without pain from the chalice
Of truth
Of strength of belief
Of originality
Wow! Now I see her
Her eyes are clear
Like a mirror
It reflects me
Connects with me
Agrees with me
Honey I am home!
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