Life is a journey best not taken alone. A Glance is an action of the mind, that calls the body in to motion. A smile, a moment of weakness that makes you strong. A touch the inevitable conclusion of a thought that draws you in. Look in to my eyes and tell your self you have the chance to resist the thoughts they hold. A dream is the contemplation of reality not yet born. I could be the sun that rises in your morning sky and sets at the edge of your touch. Yet destiny is a canvas untouched by even the first stroke of your brush.
Few can peer into the soul and understand the things they see.
The reason I write poetry is that I do not want to just be heard but felt in thought that I be known.
To see a person with eyes like mine, you must first understand the simple truth that a person is not a shallow reflection of the shell that holds ones soul, but the light within that draws you forward.
I have not felt the touch of another in so very long, but to simply touch my hand would not suffice, for it is my thought and hart that ache for tangled soul’s eternity.
What is the object for which I search?
The other part of me..
To look into the eyes of another and now, that I am what they see.
To find a smile and know, it is my own.
To reach for the hand out stretched with need, of me.
Simply put I seek the heart that beets as mine and to be the things its dreams would find.