the darkness, even though I had always been around You, aware
of your presence, I never really looked at You.
Passing You by with blind indifference, never minding, never
caring, maybe a little apprehensive, maybe a little afraid
of You. But then of course You knew.
What was it You did, was it a certain touch, a re-assuring
smile, a kinder word, did You try just a little harder to
make me turn my head?
I'm not sure as to when or how, but as You coaxed me, I realized
a brightness, and in the light, and with clearer eyes, I saw
You as if for the first time.
And as I gazed at You, suddenly aware of your beauty, I, surprised
at myself, shocked and shaken, was awakened, with a hunger
And so as with anything I have a wonderment of, I reached
for You, to touch and feel this newness.
You welcomed me, and exploring, child-like, I reveled in your
For a moment I felt a closeness and a safeness with You, unknown
before to me.
Did I take delight in You a little too much and make You weary,
or was it my own human weakness's, or was it some jealous
onlookers angry words of hate, that caused You to recoil and
turn away from me?
Now I feel You passing me by, indifferent, a little apprehensive,
perhaps a little afraid of me.
its getting dark.
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For my long ago special
friend lost to the evils of prejudice
Help Me Make It
Through The Night-Midi