Eyes - the mysterious, captivating
windows into the world that is one's soul.
Reaching out, I touch my fingers lightly to her chin,
lifting until our questioning gazes meet.
I find myself enchanted, tracing the soft contours of her
face with warm, tender caresses.
Numb am I? I am puzzled that my hands remain calm while
my heart races wildly!
Nights, days...time has passed me by as I've waited for a
woman to reawaken my senses.
I struggle now, feebly attempting to paint with words
that which is not tangible - only felt.
Closing my eyes briefly so that my thoughts will not be
distracted by her beauty,
Opening them is now a fear - that I will be made aware of
what was only a fanciful dream.
Lifting my eyelids slowly, ready to accept a passing
fantasy, I see a welcome reality and exclaim...
© AMBRESS, Feb. 1997