or at the very least
was the word that came to mind.
Your face too familiar-
your eyes, those eyes, their deep-impenetrable depths
their flashes of light
and all thoughts, dreams frozen in amber
held within an enchanted grove,
the inner recesses of my heart found there,
So when I was all dizzy heartbeats and mismatching wishes,
your eyes came back to mind,
a shining beacon.
And within I saw
something else, a land beyond,
a lost land, place of dreams,
a sky somehow higher than others,
lifting my childish wishes up
and making all landlocked, grounded, very much grown-up ambitions
seem suddenly shortsighted.
I knew, then,
my Fate did not hesitate and
neither would I.
I closed my eyes-
turned my back on that future
upon whose door I had been so stubbornly pulling,
a door to a home that had never been mine.
I opened them-
opened into a brilliance like coming out of a dim place straight into afternoon