Mediation in a Hopeless Situation

She sits idly by in a sea of faceless thousands

no knowing she is mor than them combined

and yet pricless in her ostensibly awe-inspiringly feminity

as they watch her gasp and giggle at the littlest things they cannot help but to stare

and cannot help but to laugh themselves

she is infectious in her eager frivolity and innocent manner

and all the more precious for those qualities

she doesn't see me from across the square

simply watching and wishing

that I could be someone who she could play with

that she could find that same delight in

or that she could use to shelter from the avaricious ones

who seek to steal the happiness away

she blithely ignores my yearning glances

my heartfelt asperations and winning smile

she is content to be all alone in a world of billions

to be solitary in the crowd

and I wish I was the same way sometimes

as selfish as that sentiment seems to be

still we watch her dance to a tune from nowhere

and jump away from imaginary beasts

she smiles as she should

with child-like glee and with nothing held back

her emotions on her sleeve and for the world to see

even if she is ignorant of their glares

suddenly a woman walks to her and whispers in her ear

pointing in my direction and gesticluating wildly

but not with anger, more like explanation

as the woman walks away, my quarry unhurriedly moves toward me

her stride liquid, soft, yet powerful

as if she is feline grace personified

she stops and sits next to me and says with a silent whisper

"I saw and knew you for all my life"

and all I could do was cry, tears flowing in rivers down my face

sure in the knowledge that she meant to deride and chastise me

her delicate hand wipes the tears from my cheek and with a tiny giggle she states

"why are you crying? I am saying I do not mind you looking. I spend my days staring at you."

I look at her and notice her ice-blue eyes and her hair a million shades of cocoa

and she looks up at me and smiles and I become a puddle of goo

as she take my face in her hands and brings her lips to mine I am lost

content to never, ever be found

she drives and spurs me to speak and all i can do is admire her

compliments she does not see, nor can she accept

but that are nonetheless true and honest

and she then calls me to task

calling me handsome, and saying I have the kindest eyes

I wish i saw it but i smile and say thank you

and I hold her hand in mine and we sit back in utter closeness

just watching the world slip by

while we bask in the fondness around us

 

 

---Written By No One Important