blindside eye candy poem

when was the last time

you uttered a word-so fragile

that you can only whisper it and no more?

when was the last time

you stopped to see the birds chasing each other--

against the infinite blue sky?

do you remember? do you recall these moments?

i don't...

but it doesn't matter now.

not now... now, that i'm walkin' on sunshine.

now, that i have turned myself into the wind.

now, that i am but a feather in mid-air.

certainly, no...

not now, that he has returned my advances-- more than a year in pending.

better late than never, they always say.

but, he is not late... he is precisely when and where he ought to be when he means to.

he is no wizard or magician nor conjurer of sorts.

but he certainly translates well, enough to reel many.