May
3
A coy glance
With lashes full of eyes
Asks the question
The turned up corners
Of your mysterious mouth
Hint at a smile
Peering deep I see
The stars floating in the
Blue of your gaze
Heaven and earth
Come together
In this light
Swallowing the dark
In just a glance
At this moment
I don’t want to know the answer
But when I find it
I know it will be beautiful
