I can still see your eyes,
they are in my mind,
shining from the vague memories of anything else I had encountered that night,
what lingers are distorted & blurry travels,
yet your eyes remain like diamonds,
crystal clear in the dark night,
they stand out above all others,
perhaps it was in the way you use them to look back at me,
as if you saw through my persona,
as if you knew me better than I know my own needs & desires,
the depths of your life spoke to me,
with colors swirling behind your swelling pupils,
it was as if you fed my thoughts,
you provoked & provided my reason,
at that point in time you put a fork in my path,
a choice I did not choose.
as you intrigued me to the water hole to bathe my recklessness & rinse my wishes,
quenching the hydration of my imagination,
as I'm introduced & halted at the entrance to the waters,
where we make & leave our wake...

...to soon hold each other on the fine, sandy shore,
of the heavily wooded cove,
until the water is perfectly calm once more,
where the willow is softly swallowed by the water,
where not a ripple resonates,
only melodies of silent smiles, dancing with innocent sigh's,
embracing the visit of that memory,
where the stars reflected deep in your eyes.