i can't talk to you.  I can't even look at you.
sunglasses cover your eyes, and you're wearing headphones
I'm thinking,
As I walk by

why are you hiding from me?
i promise not to judge...much.
"Maybe..."
you're curious, too, but afraid to show it, and that's why you hide.


who are you?
i want to get to know you a little.
"Maybe..."
we would hit it off.  You could be the girl of my dreams.

how will I ever know?
i'm too courteous to invade your privacy.
"No."
You just don't want me to see you.  It's not even sunny out here, and you're wearing sunglasses.

Here we go, the phone rings
Won't you let me be?
You never get my rhetorical questions
                                                       ­              Anyway...
Away from you, my heart sings
Can't I be free?
I'll be on a fenceless pasture, a horse eating
                                                          ­            Hey,
My soul yearns for only her
Will not your own eyes see?
Our love lacked traction and spontaneity,
                                                    ­                   a  Seattle rainy day.

I want to know you
The way a meandering river peruses the Earth
As it twists endlessly toward the sea,
Touching everything it can,
Yet in no hurry to arrive.

Whisper to me just how you want to feel, the way
The ocean exposes all the secrets
Of the universe, one by one, with
Each crashing wave onto white sand.

Just speak to me how you like to laugh, like
The ebullient summer's downpours joke with kids
And parents alike as they puddle together with glee,
Splashing through eternity.

Call out to me how you desire love, just as a
Waterfall delves deep down into the pool, creating a rainbow,
continuing its unending journey, rushing sometimes, but often, simply enjoying the rhythm of its perpetual renewal, coming again as a comfortable river.

Your smile spreads across your face like a butterfly,
And glistens like sunlight reflecting fleeting white flashes
Off of rippling blue waves.  Only,
Your smile does not give the peace of vast emptiness
That comes from the beam of nature, alone.
Instead, it awakens a passion from numbness that

It is real, not just in some novels or the movies,

For us--Oh, how I hoped it was real!
I dreamed the monarch you showed me was intrinsically for me.
My blind heart, overflowing, pled to know you-
What your smile was for and how to make it flutter
Again and again, and you, too, would've seen mine for its essence,
Understanding that one was special, secure, reserved for you.