I've seen it,
The Eye of Love,
Slip away like glacial diamond.
Nobody would believe it,
So
I snapped the precious moment.
I could really use a poet
To see if it was for real,
The evening dream at sunset
Before the sun grew dim.
It felt right.
I was sure about the interaction going.
Instantly, a single blowing,
And uncertainty.
A doubt.
I kept fixating for a time
But nothing. Usual sky
And ordinary hills where beyond
Lit by ever-being light.
But it was for real -
At least so did it feel.