One, two, three
what is it you see
when you look at me
Would you like to be the jury

The question, we agree
can lead to discovery
of a lovely mystery,
giving forth high energy
        or.........
a hazy reality,
may appear so softly
the veil uncovered quietly
to reveal my sensibilities

A glance so friendly
smile given so freely
as precious as ivory
Perhaps the needed key

Thoughts crowd cleverly
in the busy memory,
then so very suddenly
You recognize security

Letting go of anxiety
does not come easily,
but when you regard honesty
Notions become reality