Love-blind Eyes

[Finnius]

Do you recall those winter nights,

When we'd go walking, hand in hand,

Through snowy streets and look at stars,

Or just be still,

Under the lights,

And blow white breath at passing cars?

 

Or summer days on seaside roads,

With music floating in the air,

A silver necklace, quite a deal,

Lunch on the steps,

It's hard to know,

I can't but wonder that it's real.

 

And still I wonder how this chase,

Found me finding my heart's desire,

But since those nights, my wish has been,

For love-blind eyes,

That see your face,

And never want to blink again.

Edited March 25, 2007 by Finnius

[Wyvern]

I like this poem, Finnius. :-) The two scenes that you paint are nicely detailed and emotive, and the feeling behind the piece shines through. My favorite image of the poem is that of the narrator and his loved one blowing their "white breath at passing cars," as it touches upon a number of senses and struck me as an original observation. The only line that seems to break the flow of the poem to me is the second line of the last stanza... the syllable count of that line is a bit high compared to the other lines, though the phrasing of the line is pretty interesting.

 

Very cool poem, Finnius. :-) Always nice to see new stuff from you.