The one I see
So hard to introduce myself,
start a conversation about simple things
learn the ways that people join hearts
touch minds, swap smiles, be warm with each other,
and all I want, is to gaze into the blue million miles of your eyes,
that’s when good souls know the grace of each other
but I’m fearful of feeling - like a cold spark,
reeling in the stars toward the gravity of you.
And will you even see me?
Mouthing all these, these tiny, silly words
too soon, too much, too late, no doubt -
and blood is rushing my good intentions,
into a world that is spinning,
and everything is blurring into one.
Hello, you are that one.