makes me think of a snapshot of a moment in time... where sometimes a glimpse of that mysterious and wonderful pair of eyes. not even a second but yet, a lasting impact it can give... part of a beautiful unattainable dream and yet, the warm it gives
I learned something by reflecting what a subtle moment you are reporting about here, and what a private moment! The I read the comments you already have, and realized there must be zillions of people who read you as clear as a bell and each other too. I don't know whether to be envious or relieved that I am so dense myself. But apart from its meanings, your words here are as pretty as the pair of eyes! I like this poem.
While relative, I worry not enough people appreciate the 'loners' who write as well as you have here. Envisioning the potential of withheld words, you have outlined a setting of silence where there will forever be more to gain through such composure. When I read through your writing, I understand the suggested concept, though I would warn you against settling for anything. Your silence may very well end up working against you. Regardless, your writing here has depth, and I applaud and support your efforts to achieve something rare and unique.
i really like the first line of the second part when you speak of moving from metaphors to light and how you use the rest of that stanza to explain yourself just incase the reader missed your metaphors.
what i appreciate the most is warmth and carelessness...
i totally understand that image and that feeling... the way the warmth gets right to the core and youre all fuzzy and lovely and say/do things you prolly wouldnt otherwise...
it is the perfect combination of words/ideas.
keep your day dreaming... one day it could be for real