The Man by the Beach House

The man,

by the stairs

of that beach house: Who is he?

Fire,

like the one

in his dark eyes

elsewhere you won't see burning...

Burning me.

Eyebrows low,

as if on them

are sitting years

of suffering.

Secrets kept,

like precious stones.

They look at me,

and I can see:  They know.

They look at me,

still,

with silent passion,

that kisses my soul.

He knows,

and I long to understand.

Share that secret,

as if thus I shall unlock his heart.

As if thus,

I shall share the burden 

of his grace.

As if thus

   I shall be

     part of his dream,

         as he is,

                        of mine.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This is beautiful. You capture the moment two people see each other and wonder.
Love this
" Fire,
like the one
in his dark eyes
elsewhere you won't see burning...

Burning me."

[Antonio Valentino]

ohhh I want to be, him.. I have dark eyebrows too you know :)

your poetry sweet dear is always so gentle, and comforting and soft.. like a lifelong lover caressing the worries away from your brow.. love this dear friend, how could i not..

:)