Intensity Of Her Eyes

Hypnotic drinks And spellbound until dawn, I’ve seen cities linger In a moonlight haze. Yesterday, I was preoccupied With mythical dreams And exaggerated concepts Of romantic defeat. I have no explanations For vanishing friends Or inconclusive rendezvous, No explanations For when life Comes to an end. Confirming her words By the intensity of her eyes, Remarkable conversations Float through the ether of eternity. I don’t avoid priests But my confessions Have been in darkness And about darkness. Most of my acquaintances Have been nowhere people Existing in the landscape Of temporary purpose, But our feelings have been Mutual and meaningful. I’ve practiced Mindfulness in meditation, I’ve recited prayers Before the homeless And the extravagantly rich, And it is hard to say If either were impressed. I’ve had a fascination With ancient philosophical codes, I’ve journeyed the highway Of directionless destiny, I’ve told girls I was in love, But I often feel Like I’m experiencing Mayan-like extinction of soul. No one has taught me Calibrated responses to love In this scientific age Of the emotions. I’m discovering the phrases To a lost sutra Written in the sand Protecting the heart From any residue of insensitivity.