Poetry

Poem #1

To hold your gaze like the eye of a storm

Is to attempt to take the finger print of time

It may be that it was never mine to do

Which explains why I fail every time I try to

To lovingly hold your gaze like the eye of a storm

Is to attempt to waltz in harmony to the sound of roaring laughter

This explains why my heels are cracked and wrinkles are forming around my lips

But I keep trying to

To hold your attention, even on days when it feels like I am attempting to drawing Orion’s Belt without the stars at the vertices

If only you would stop moving

If only you would allow your eyes enough time to focus

You would see us

A clear image of why we are the cynosure