Saturday, June 22, 2013

A Story

The trees flow slightly through the florescent windows.
Each color,
Each breath,
Casts a light upon that which is unknown.
You sit across from me into that glow.
You are my haven,
My escape,
My safety.

I don't know you,
You don't know me.
But I've seen the story your eyes hold.
A story in which nobody knows,
Not even you.
But something that I do know,
When I looked into those eyes,
I fell in love with you.

Written September 2009
By Elisse Cook

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