From Afar
In a world that runs on restless feet,
Where time sprints past and hearts compete,
I found a pause I can’t explain
A quiet thread beneath the strain.
She doesn’t know I walk this earth,
Or that her presence holds this worth,
And maybe that’s how it should stay
Some things are softer from afar that way.
Her eyes
not just beautiful, but kind
They slow the chaos in my mind,
Turn racing hours into space,
Where everything can fall in place.
Not mine to hold, or claim, or keep,
Just something steady, calm, and deep.
A passing light I happened to see,
That asked for nothing back from me.
But in a world that races blind,
Her eyes are where I measure time.