Silent eyes watching from across the room
Formless and sensitive; this hend I fell to
Does commitment equal complacency?, time can only tell
Silent eyes telling, comfort to quell

Her eyelashes quiver as she rests
Soon she'll awaken, lovely then again

The beauty of the branches in the winter are borne
Of the reds and yellows of beautiful moving death
Asphalt moving colder moving quicker moving colder
Ice stains left of the street

Time watches her watching me watching her
Feeling sorrow for the times when loveliness was looked
upon with less than wholesome gratitude.

~1.4.02 Love has stolen my smile