the sun reflects
illuminating your petrified face
the years made sure
and this wayfarer stares
one day years ago
but fast in this heart
the way you looked that day
flirting through the stay
all the time that could be spent
spying you from vantages
secret moments
no one knew
how is it
after all your years
and the few fallen
on this young crown
that your solid form
should still illicit such
feeling
stirring deep
and these words
spilled before the masses
will never make one stir
as the breath taken
caught at your sight
and then lost
forever a gift to the unknown
waiting until we lay eye on each other again