Waiting Game

He stares, mesmerized by the meer sight of her
those effervescent eyes, shining with peacefulness and dexterity
yet glossed over with worry of things yet to come; things she cannot control
like two bright blue stars shining in a world of hopelessness and chaos
her eyes seem to look deep within his soul, searching for something
his mind clouded with thoughts of hope and the overwhelming intensity of
a complex feeling of love

as she looks over, he turns, hiding his long since hidden feelings
lingering in the shadows, never to come out
her lips move ever so gently as she speaks
talking of a life better than this, without fear and hopelessness
pleading for a single hint of a better life yet to come
not knowing the answer could be staring her in the face at that very second

waiting, wishing, dreaming for even the most remote chance
a chance to open up her eyes and show her the world as it should be seen
he will sit so silently in wonder, contemplating many theories
"how could God have created someone so perfect?
graceful and beautiful, quiet and helpless,
eloquent, and yet, oblivious?"
she believes to be nothing, another face in the crowd
a lonely being in this unadorned existance we all call life
unfamiliar to how much those around care for her
especially the one that can never forget her pleading words
the transparency of her mind unlocking voices underneath
she sits, her eyes reflecting lies only to be seen by those able to break her walls
so fortified now from being torn down so many endless times

i notice a faint tear in her eye as she says she's fine
deep down inside, she wants to scream, must scream
for courage to fight the unknown
as she walks off, head down and mouth closed tight, he sits in wonder
he know he cant help her when she keeps herself so distant
but he thrives on the dream that somehow, after all the perils of life
she will find whatever she is reaching out to find
even if that time may not have his name etched in the walls