Running, Running, through shade and light,
Down paths of ancient feets
Refreshed by natures shower
Eyes focused on the trails end
Then...
There she was, leaning on the grand oak
Eyes blue gaze, reflecting the skys blue haze.
Her smile augmented by the blue gaze
Sparkle of precious stone.
The weather of Irish tradition
Sun fighting to beat the clouds
Beams refracting on droplets of heavens tears
Adding colour to the greys of day.
My aim looses focus
Clumsyness and unsteadiness take flight
I fall, regaining composure
I readjust my focus and stand
Unaware of my glancing stare
She looks up, eyes more soulfully blue
Looks lock, her smile
Like a beacon guides me to her safety
We walk and talk
Heavy with heavens tears
We run to a fallen ancient pillar of nature
Settled by a babbling brook
Sitting laughing and smiling
Time goes by, future hopes
Silly stories fill our conversation
Eyes still focused on our soulful gaze.
It seems the world has stopped
The trees dancing a triumphant dance of our meet
The raindrops making sweet melody of our coincidental gaze
The birds singing songs of our 'it was meant to be'
Sadly however,
Time is not a patient thing
It does not stop or wait or wonder
Its getting late she says
I beg her to stay
Anxious of what is to come
I try to keep her for a little longer
We have a gentle embrace
Off she goes
As I look down to the babbling brook
To ask why or what next?
She runs back, kisses me
And says "same time tomorrow"
We met again, this time
We enjoy the gentle breeze
A kind sun, chatting
Of times gone by, family and possibility
As a whisp of smoke its over
Since then, I dream of that perfect meet
That perhaps some day
That smile in the rain...
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