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