Softly sad, gripped with what
Mysteries ripple in your gaze
Questions chase answers that birth questions
Uncertainly to pry open
Secret places we all hide in
As always, one foot in, one foot out
Waiting for the reasons to run
From chances of redemption
That could cut too deep in the end
The jaded green of my eyes
Reaches beyond all sense
To be lost in the still sweet
Unguarded corners of your smile
Believing impossible dreams again
Too foolishly fast freed
So hungry for even small bits
Of your loving to be scared of little things
Like reality