Thursday, October 15, 2015

Beauty is confusing, especially to me

Your eyes confuse me
But really should they?
Should it ever have surprised
Should I have thought it a joke?
You smiled pointing
Yet I knew
Here I am
With hope
Nowhere in sight
Hoping unaware
The horizon is far from here
Your eyes golden
I gaze not stare
The stars not anywhere
Nearly so powerful
Never could they fulfill
Like your touch
I know
What it meant
When I was alone
I know now
With you
Your touch is healing
For love
Can rip holes
In the fabric
Of the woven tapestry
Of weavings
Two make
However they try
Whatever they try
To do