Water

Flowing,
flowering love,
gentle, confused, alone,
permeates my young heart.
Can't I look
into your
eyes?

Undulating,
dialating
searching,
flowing,
drifting and
discovering
are these eyes.
eyes?

Loving and compassionate and naive and quiet.
Listen, your eyes
are brighter than a god's presence.
The light in the deepest recess of a soul;
the dreams of all loving children
looking to our sky,
I see you with your back turned.
I see you,
still,
I see you,
alone,
I see you,
quiet,
in your eyes I see you.
Listening? Can you see me?
Still?
9/30/03/12:51AM