Turn to me
Look me in the eyes
Now turn around
What do you see
Not the rich, rolling grass
Nor the speckled stone
But the feeling
Like the tender nervousness of a first kiss
Or an embrace from a new friend
What is this feeling?
I cant make you feel it
It starts in your chest
Then works its way out
Your eyes warm
Then your limbs get fuzzy
This thing that we do
Pretending we cant see it
Look around you
You must only but glance
Its being alive that I see
Look for it next time