It was the eternal summer of her soul <br />which mesmorized me- <br />a shiny shimmering- <br />which glowed in the day time <br />and at night emitting its golden light <br />which played among the fireflies <br />on the veranda where we sat <br />sipping ice tea <br />in the Carolina smoldering, <br />smoky <br />evening; <br />where magic lived and crickets chirped <br />and her staring me full in the face <br />from which an overpowering innocence radiates <br />across the short space <br />between that look <br />and my paralyzed fearful state <br />while I was transfixed by her sky blue eyes <br />revealing to me it seemed the very face of God <br />looking out, <br />looking through me <br />unflinchingly <br />unapologetically, <br />unselfconsciously <br />unjudgementally; <br />her soul-being peering into my <br />my guarded hidings, <br />feaful of stepping <br />into <br />the daytime-at-night gaze <br />while feeling my hand rise to my face <br />unable to stand the nakedness in her look <br />of which she herself was unaware <br />a look which withered me <br />as she took that hand <br />and placed upon it a gentle kiss <br />which seared into my cringing soul <br />propelled by gratefulness <br />for that little bit of innocence <br />from her hand kiss <br />my gnarled inner self <br />frozen cold over time <br />and out of touch <br />with Innocent Innocence <br />blushed. <br />There was only the gentle sigh <br />to part the night <br />and my own weeping regrets<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gnarled/
