Her fond memories frozen - I

I recall still those two large probing eyes Upon somewhat lean-looking oval face That should have stolen looks at me the least, Considering this solemn study place— This temple of reading stacked up with tomes, Her eyes perhaps pretended whilst to read, Unlike a sea of other engrossed heads, I was (as oft are we) led by her lead. Or it’d to do something ‘bout me, maybe, I first thought, for, she must have seen a few More moons than me, or so it looked to me, Or girls look wiser, as goes grandma’s view. Or she was engrossed, thinking, eyes all blanks, May be or not, but sure she drew me in, I know of youths that with their eyes play planks, Or, wordless speak two eager hearts so keen. And if her blank look happened to catch me, I must take it as a mere random glance, It might per chance my heart's weakness well be, Or destiny's poorly choreographed dance, Maybe I was upon that lonely shore Just when that pearl-laden boat landed there, Or strayed to shore—an act of aimless oar, No one would know, nor would one ever care. But she came to my shore at a wrong time Amidst flurry of chores the year when ends, And hurried glances were all we could steal, Or Destiny's hand meant, we just were friends, Our friendship never got to sink enough, God alone knows, moments melted alive, My defeated spirit fair witness was, The hour of reckoning did when arrive. Perhaps a false hope was still hanging on, Tenuous threads weaken when get slender, And I began to think of a right way And wrong, as I delved on it to ponder. I wondered if it was heart's fluttering, Or of mind that caused almost a ship-wrack Upon our life's very first hopeful shore, And hoped happy moments might still come back. ___________________________________________ Continued, Part II Musings | 02.08.2011 | memories