The Farewell

A blazing afternoon when
the brown of your eyes
thaw into speckles of 
reflected gold and hazel

I long to look and
keep looking as the hazel
reflects my own image
in your view.

I long to see, a deep seated love
that dissolves like wisps
and spiralling circles
to conjure a dream.

I long to see a desire burn
to capture the moment
in fleeting seconds
twinkle in those wells of infinity.

Yet, all I can muster up to look at,
is a furtive glance of your visage
that tells me it's time for noon to descend.


It's time for farewell.