Your Gaze

Wandering alone, a crumpled and misplaced paper, is found, or delivered, to a distraught, confused heart.

Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay

Aria glanced at the tiny messenger watching from its perch. “So little one, have you found a moment to rest?” The bird’s tiny head flicked to one side and gazed off. “Ah, so you are distracted, just like me then?” Aria opened the paper the small bird had toyed with on the path.

Your gaze

My love is a leaf spiraling from a treetop, plunging to the depths below.

I know not where my journey winds nor which path I must follow.

Yet I fall without fear, concern or undue regard,

I know that this rushing plummet of love is my just reward.

I spin unknowing, relishing each moment’s twist and turn,

Every direction is a glimpse of your beauty to which I yearn.

For to be in your gaze, that lush, consuming hold

Leaves my soul brazen, my love grows bold.

I trundle downward and pass each branch and tethered leaf.

I feel no sadness in my demise, no bottomless grief.

For I have held your beauty in my eye’s embrace,

And to me in this world there is no higher grace.