Captured in your raptured-glare:
Eyes of light and love.
I find therein a path to walk,
As those of gold above.
A firm and steady road of earth,
Previously unknown of.
Beyond which lies a tranquil-stream,
Sparkling with waters cool;
And reflecting in sun-shadows,
Our silhouettes fascicule.
To touch waters there which flow,
Is to touch silk-pure,
Of a sapphire-blue so lavish,
As to surely deter,
One’s eyes from straying ‘way the scene,
Of the love your eyes infer.
K. Aldaya, 12/28/05
Picture: Roswell: Jason Behr and Shiri Appleby; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PA4w178vPPc/TyW04cs9jMI/AAAAAAAAGvA/TqwI_nvn648/s1600/Max%2Band%2BLiz3.jpg