I sit at the table
two seats away from her
I watch her slender arms reach
with tactile beauty of innocence

God I would write my all for her
she is everything to me
and as I look at her
she my love looks back at me

Her secret name, her wonderment
is one that I have with trust attained
we both sing the same song, in heart and mind
the gentle dance in the window storm, did we bind

We both know we are ambiance of glory past
the young and old, the grace of the name of the last
just like me she prays every blood filled day
till atoms fold do we my love, do ever fade

When I first talked to her
she asked, why did they put us here
I gave her a protective hug
and I said who knows and who cares

She smiled after the embrace
and with tears in her eyes she said
you know what is going to happen
so tactile I stopped time, for I had no answer

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)