Through My Eyes

B.L. Crinnion, November 2023

Along a boardwalk by the tranquil sea

A cool breeze trembles through my clothes and hair.

Beneath bright skies you stand before me,

Your eyes meet mine, that hand still resting there-

Adrenaline swells, I can’t help but float.

Raven hair flowing, soft mouth parted just-

I drift still, alone in my wretched boat,

Longing for your breath, your voice, your dear touch.

Until we meet, I can but imagine:

You’re standing beside me, in a dress argent.

I reach out, caressing your cheek and chin.

But it is early, and I am still meant

To take that first step. For now, through my eyes

Your beauty is glowing there in your eyes.