All My Love Is Gone

Seasons past between the first encounter and
the newly arrived fondness for her eyes.
A quite moment between the sunset
and the morning suns slow awakening to yet another new day.

All seemed so close, but so far away.
With merely a stranded thought hanging off a cliff
to remind us that the world holds much more, then this.
A daring thought concentrated only on finding out more…

Those enchanting eyes, seen from a distant,
through a camera lens, seems so close.
Hardly a breathe away and still not close enough to reach out and touch.
A captured moment.

A blue-brownish love, not as far away as perceived in earlier notions,
slowly realizing, a reachable fondness is it grasp.
Her eyes haunt my dreams and i see her
everywhere i look, but she is not here, not even near.

A brand new day slow awakens and it’s time to wake up from this
long lasting dream about a pair of eyes; never to be seen.
Maybe in a line, waiting for something close to an encounter
between her mystical eyes in black and white and the dream.

Tags: Poetry

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