Some Hope, Some Harm, And Another False Alarm

I've Got A Bright Alley & A Bad Idea

Quick motion of the eyes,

Too swift to be noticed,

Though only by one,

                Wishing.

Nerves hit me like a wave,

Attempt to swallow it back,

Do I choke on my efforts?

                Waiting.

That adoring smile catches me,

Pleasant wing of the sun,

Embraced in the arms of winter's first breath.

                Wanting.

Pounding halts in my chest,

Gaze swimming in a turquoise continuum,

Deep can't even begin to describe my,

                Hoping.

September 8, 2014