Depth unfathomable yet earnest and felt, like
Electric eels elusive from an amateur’s grasp.
Nickel and dime’s got nothing for her knack to thole
Impossibilities, but never for sadists, brute, or insolence.

Savors solitary walks to confront oblivion, if not,
Embraced in late-night revels with kindred spirits, or blank spaces

Is it just the fluorescence behind you...
or you seemed to glow in glee
while discussing the play's flow?

I do not know if time went slower
but everything around you froze;
when your eyes locked me into a stare, and I... flare.

Is it not our classroom too dingy and dark,
thanks to your sparkle, though 'cos
my warm days there weren't a dully dull.

If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.