By Megs
Date: 3 March 2000
From His Eyes
I only know her when I hold her.
Which hasn't been too often these days.
She dances around my peripheral understanding
Cloaked in a cloud of the intangible.
Like a taste or a scent swirling around in your memory
Though you can never quite remember when it first stimulated your senses
Its hard to bind her to my reality
My muscle are brought to a draw against her inner strength
She scribbles things in her notebooks
Writes revelations and teases me by letting me read lines
that only reveal to me how little I know.
She cries tears I can't wipe away.
Deeper than from her eyes
These tears that well up from this inexhaustible fountain
And penetrate her untouchable facade
These are the tears that must make up the world's waterfalls
and keep heartache fresh and green and growing always.
These are tears that go past me
even as I sit and absorb the puddling emotion
with her cradled in my arms
I see how it has all become too much even though I will never know what it is.
And for a minute glimpse the cracks in the heart she has offered me.
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