Your Eye

This is more personal and therefore harder to digest

 

The one wish

I’d throw my

Worth on roll of fixed die,

The hope as you pass by,

A look

Into your eye.

 

A brief glance

In dark depths

Of shadows and silhouettes,

A glimmer, which reflects

About

Inside our heads.

 

The bright lights

In black deep,

The dreamers who can’t sleep

Who’s stone faces still weep

Alone,

When our hearts leap.

 

And rise with

The soft notes,

A whisper from closed throats,

Betraying our dear hopes,

The place

Where our soul floats.

 

I know now

I see you

The life here you live through

If only it were true

To see

This in me too

Reviews

[L. L. Jacobson]

"But I do see it in you," she says.
...Isn't that the way we want it to end?
And if she did believe, then what of that? And if your character here did not believe, what then?
Interesting approach to secrets shared through minds, thoughts and emotions through silence, even, not saying anything at all. Just being. Breathing. Seeing, waiting like a child for poetic words like yours, bringing out the feelings of a reader.
Where is that flutter, flowing from your heart? It soars magically over two realms, fingers upon buttons which were once only known to man from an instrument on a sleeve; I wear my heart there, too. This exquisite poem opened my eyes, and I never only passed right by.

[Ravenskald]

hmmm beautiful
my favourite

"I know now
I see you
The life here you live through
If only it were true
To see
This in me too"

But as commented below "
L. L. Jacobson

"But I do see it in you," she says."

~Raven
Favourite

[Shaleeta]

I like it, I think.
Yes, I think I do.
I'll read it again,
through.