I think about 
her green eyes 
the illusive dream 
she seems to be 
full of feeling she fills me 
lost in the back of my mind 
trying to break through 
she makes me want 
to hold onto things 
I need to let go of 
endlessly 
I could chase her mirage 
but I have to let her be 
so much I have to say 
so much silence she gives me.
She keeps me at a distance 
and I like that 
she doesn’t like me 
the way I do her 
and I like that too 
she drives me 
inspires me 
makes me believe 
in hope and fairytales 
and all things sweet 
she gives the signs 
I follow them blind 
she leads me home 
she frees my soul. 
She makes me think 
she makes me drink 
the thought of her 
causes such a feeling 
inside something 
I can’t describe nor define
a mixture of fear 
and longing 
inspirational frustration. 
She has allure. 
I think of her often. 
She turns all my lights on.
I ramble 
I stutter and stumble 
blindly I seek the light 
the sparkle in her eyes 
nothingness I can swim in 
forever baptised 
eternally 
in her line of sight.

©JM.Cole