Coffee Stains

Eyes

I looked at a painting of lofty birches with their silver barks bathed in the rich colours of sunset. And of the sun peeking through, setting the falling leaves of gold to fire. And I saw him in the warmth of its rays and the blaze of its flames.

I looked at clear blue skies, scarcely a white cloud to be seen. I witnessed a raven bird take flight in heights I'll never scale, and beheld the dance of its wings to the tune of the wind. And I saw him in the cool breeze that blew the white blossoms away.

I looked at the lightening that pierced the dark twilight and I swirled in the pouring rain it bought forth. I jumped when thunder struck, but out of a primeval thrill that sparked inside me, not out of fear. And I saw him in the energy that ran in my veins that moment.

I looked at my smile in the mirror, and the sparkle in my eyes was enough light in the dark room. And I saw him in both, as cause and consequence.

But look where I might, I cant see him anymore.