My mind is vexed as
traces left from her shimmering eyes
take hold and mysteriously
come forth to heal that which I despise.
Where I saw her stand,
front and center with a fiery display,
was magnificent to behold;
her energy lingers and over me sways.
Suddenly I’m transfixed,
suddenly I question myself questions,
that have no answers for
her motives that gave me such affection.
Such a soul was hers to
say and walk through the room as if
she was bending existence;
shifting gravity to reverse me and lift.
I delve deep, emphathic now
with the aim to see how she saw me.
Blinded in self-disgust was I
but now I search for what she did see.
What would make her eyes
look left then right and back and forth
gently easing her brow smiling;
since then we danced a dance of repoire.
The look, it came in a second.
An interval of time when we stood still.
All was typical of any other day
until that moment when her look did kill.
Spite inside died while new vigor
healed the conflict that within me hides.
From inside my crippled tired mind
manifested such a newly re-birthed pride.
So I ponder on these pages now.
Ever since then I’ve had pens run dry.
That have failed to ever capture
the gentle healing she mystically supplied.
For CM as inspired by “Hallucinations” by R3hab