59) Whisper

59) Whisper
There is this gal I like,
But not been able to talk
From afar her face
Shows a dawn of a smile,
It’s been the same story all my life.

Dawn can be dusk,
A shade away from black
Eyes also can be a trap
Even innocence filled ones.

She knows...
And her tilting of head teases,
Our eyes meet...
And like clouds,
Breaking patterns, tear apart...

An identified, loved design,
Breaks apart, torn by a concealed hand,
Sometimes merges with others,
Confounding me like self.

When her eyes slant towards me,
Wordless poems flow
From mountain tops,
And know where to go..
But don't know the way......

Streams afloat above,
Seek to merge with river
Etch path.. towards
Everlasting stay..

Don't know how to reach out,
Connect...