Bucket List

apology

your eyes the night of midnight

were like the paths of Venezia

Beautiful beyond compare

Pools of tears in your eyes like the canals

I rented a gondola to ride the streams

But I got out and dried my feet

Then your eyes were like the concrete beneath me

Nevertheless, your soul peered out to me

How rumbustious your soul could be

because you were never only one thing

It always made it hard for me to think

But I know I don't regret a thing

In order to accept the words you've laid before me

I must yet again meet,

the eyes the night of midnight

that once made my heart beat

-k.l.m