Different flavors.

Different flavors.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Poem 215

I saw you staring at me
Our eyes chanced on I felt
The love, the passion and care;
Time stooped to witness the connection,
 Our spark; A company also noticed the line
We embarked.

Yet it did not last long
The Master was too swift and unforgiving;
Our sight changed focus—too sad a vision—
I am feeling;
Now that the line was gone
We had no spark, none at all;
I am afraid it was just a stare
And really
Nothing more.