Ever catch eyes with yours? Between you,
A glimpse becomes a gaze, and you both
Hold it so long that the iris sparkle
Paints your days and your hellish nights.

Ever come down upon those restless nights?
Memories become the difference between
What was and what could be. Those eyes,
Those met on an Autumn day, they are dreams
Of grief for that moment lost. Dreams
Not empty, but snuffed out,
Remnants of a fervent glare long gone.

Tossed and shorn is the past where we fall,
Fall in love. Wild and windswept is the rut
Where we're headed. The caught and glimpsed
I remember drunkenly. The hopes and
Dreams flit in never ending horror.
Nothing can be grasped or held,
Except those eyes,
Their gaze locked with mine.