Eyes ache for

An appearance

An apparition

Anything

Many feet trundle by

Swiftly through the corridor

Of employment

Anonymous glances offer

No spark of recognition

No words of comfort

No smile to ease the emptiness

The desperation

The obsessive streak

Yesterday morn, angel blue eyes

And ravishing smile

The face of shining Heaven

Lit up the gloom

But not today

Thus lonely eyes

Deep emerald wells

Remain destitute

Fixed to a particular doorway

Awaiting a special appearance

Or if not that joy

An impending doom

That will close them forever.

Natasha Haidar © 2004