going to you every day...
image of bright, gray eyes still abstracts my way..
making excuses to be there..
if only I could stay..
a bright..gray..light that appears in the night..
- an ignis.. of my life as it seems to go into your eyes..
.............when your eyes meet mine
a forgotten interesting way of me to know..
............to know when it's time for me to go..
............seeing a very clear sign...
forever..
.............show me a way..
.............look at this place where I'm standing..
.............that's where I want to stay..
Forever is such a short time..
when looking at you. .. .
looking at your eyes..
what can I do..
look at this for an explication of a beautiful view..
............is what I see..
see in you..when I get there..
that is what I do..
............i do............
to the way it ignites the path...
one of a very few...
I travel into...
a wavering line of this image that is there..
reminding me of you...
of the beautiful color of your eyes .. ..
again igniting things..
.............in this path I have taken..
taken to reach ....
reach ...
............those eyes i keep in my view.
............turn easterly to your right..
............allow me to view the greenish..
blue...
............blue..green..beautiful..
............beautiful...as is you.
............in an instant like a life time ..give me an instant that is longer then forever....
so that I can have with you...
............an instant of forever.....
As you inter a positive interlude with those that are close to you..
Close in distance..
.............In distance as I'm to you.
.............for that's all that I can really do..
a series of thoughts,
indulging in emotions forbidden to my view...
shadows of reverie..in a dream like inaction..
..............for that's all that I can really do
Still in a fantacy:
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I will not decieve any one that reads this, this is about a young lady that works in the local convenient store,I fuel-up my vehicles there, I could pay at the pump, But i have to see the most beautiful gray eyes in the USA,maybe even the world, when she turns to the right to see who comes in, I can see touches of blue, gorgeious gray,Blue
ReplyDeleteDoes she know about this poem?
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ReplyDeleteI don't believe that she is aware that I'm living, she most likely gets all the attention that she needs, or wants, in whatever amount of time she spends there at the store.
That's life.......too.