His Eyes
I've dreamt that I found the one
I have been waiting for all my life.
I was on the dance floor of the Moulin,
Top hats were flying and
Diamonds were sewn in my hair.
His eyes were dark and mysterious,
Causing chills to dance down my spine.
But as he walked towards me
And pressed his lips against mine,
I knew it was love.
Then, in my dream,
I was old and frail,
Sitting outside a porch in my rocking chair.
The sun was setting in the sky
And my love wasn't yet home.
And suddenly, I see him at the gate of the house.
He has a bag slung over his shoulders,
His eyes are full of anticipation
And his heart full to the brim of love.
He comes onto the porch and leans in to kiss me.
Suddenly noticing my frail hands reaching out to hold him,
He jumps back and lets out a cry.
He looks at my hair, stained by the sun
And my once ivory skin, old and wrinkled,
Worn by the many hours daydreaming under the sun
My heart falls into the Earth and buries itself
As my love turns in disgust and walks
Out of my reach.
Out of my life.
I wake up.
He lightly touches my tear stained cheek.
As I read his life through his eyes I know he will
Love me once the sun has stained my crimson hair.
Once my skin has lost its beauty and my fingers are old and frail.
How do I know this, you ask?
His eyes.
His eyes are full of life and
Spilling open into my heart,
Unlike the lover in my dream,
For his held a barrier that kept my
True beauty from his naive heart.