Calming eyes

    Completely calm. Holding tight to the time when
sighs escaped my lips. Whimpers that echoed, vibrated
throughout my soul. Ah silence I still am. Observing.
Applying.

    Careful of the whispers, the murmurs that surround
me. One by one the voices of those nearby engulf me.
Ah how each one smiles and one caresses my face
in return.

    Each one person I meet with my eyes,
acknowledging claims a memory. Softly the laughter
rolls down. Tickles press goose bumps along my arms.
Raising my sensitivity. All heightened because I met
one set of eyes.

   Oh such talk is rubbish. Too much hoping. Too much
dreaming. Still mine to cherish, right? For I am certain
you have your own hopes, dreams to carry deep
within.

   Ah how I cannot allow myself to see a dream, a
hope as a failing. One day at a time I repeat a prayer.
I may change the words, may put others before me
but still one is always placed there. Yes.

   Dear friend excuse me if I ask for a favor. Excuse
my imperfections when I act as though I demand
your attention. Still I do want it. I hope one day I
may attain it for an afternoon stroll even if it is at a
distance or via poem. Still I hope.

   So my dear friend am I too selfish if I ask of your
eyes upon mine for a very short time, say five or
ten minutes? Probably but I can hope.

   The refreshing evening out. A few sights that caused
me to blink, stare with mouth dropped. Still a sigh
escapes my lips once more, annoying my mother.
Licking my lips to moisten I say a name. Hoping my
voice is heard.

      I look forward to those minutes embracing
the cool, calm look of sparkling gemstones. Hmm my
enjoyment indeed. Dare anyone to stare that long.