the room is crowded and the chairs are fully occupied <br />what i see are mouths <br />strange but i know sometimes how to <br /> <br />make an abstract, <br />sometimes i like to see the eyes as fishes <br />swimming and silvery <br />the eyelashes as waves <br />and retina <br />jellyfish, trying to cope up with the change of the seasons <br />blue to pale <br />peace to this entangled points of views <br /> <br />one day <br />i am caught unaware and i see eyes as eyes <br />and there is this meeting <br />that shakes my whole being <br /> <br />it is joy and i savor every minute of it <br />there is this smile that seem to last forever <br />and i look at it <br />for a very long time like i have known what eternity is <br /> <br />infatuation with youth <br />that must be that, i am melting before some feet <br />my hands wanting to reach for another set of hands <br />asking for help what to do with love <br />disappearing to the face of my small earth <br />thin air <br />i am breathing it i am breathing it mercilessly<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-eyes-look-at-the-eyes/
