fierce eyes

I know we’ve met before
or rather exchanged a few words

and I see you now and then,
coming or going

you are always going somewhere
with a fierce look in your eyes

as if you’re gazing off into the distance,
and your mind, it seems, is elsewhere

in your head, the clouds, the stars,
I don’t know

I can’t tell if you’re happy or sad,
if you’re angry or lonesome

nor do I know when you’ll come by,
but I like when you do

because I get a warm, fuzzy
feeling that I can’t explain

and when you leave, the thought of you
remains, and I beat myself up for the

things I should have said or ask myself
questions you bestow upon me:

what is she thinking?

what is she feeling?

what is her name?

yet a part of me would rather not know because it adds to the mystery

while the other pulls his hair out in misery
for not having the balls to speak

and shout out into the heavens
a tender bellow that erupts with

passion and fervor

I love you, my sweet Godiva,
you just don’t know it yet

and perhaps never will

but in my mind we waltz through
valleys and trees

and stand on hilltops to gaze
off into the distance with the wind

in our hair, our fierce eyes fixed
on what may.