Welcoming Sights

12) c) As I walk down the isle I smile.
For the secret that I bear tiles my mind
With colorful patters that are unique.
Why do you look into my eyes to find
The meaning of my grin? Or do you seek
The reflection of your form that you stare
Unceasingly into my soul? Vat's of
Water hide behind my eyes; do you care
That your golden curls do smart with their light,
Make chores of mine eyes and turn them to flight?
To look upon you unseeing was bliss,
But shook me up and down as birds missing
The mark of the air when the wind collides;
My look unseen caught in a trap: surprise! 

                                                               Welcoming Sights, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012