Golden Circles

Swept up in the flirtation, the moment of familial affection,
I swept down on you all unaware.
I did not see you, standing startled-doe-still by the table,
caught up in the constellation of your inner eyes.
Stopped jarringly by your stillness,
I see you.
I could not see beyond the intensity in your gaze,
as you started the story of we,
weaving a spell so enticing that I was crippled.
Cautiously, we moved in this dance of ancient runes.
Might the stars in their celestial homes be involved,
guiding as fate might,
or is this simply Adam's fire burning still?
Speaking the words of eloquent eyes,
we communicate the need for further knowledge,
knowing Time had not finished her hand.

Gravel voice down lines of sound,
grave in its rocky tones,
speaks volumes --
leaving me reeling from the utterance.
Cursing the celestial being that gave me life,
I lay blame on battered self
for hearing the words that you spoke with direct eyes

    (LIAR)

Yearning the tiny humans you claim,
I find you share them with their maker.
Knowing there must be a decision,
I make no decision
thus making a decision in itself.
Shall I bind this yearning heart to fettered chains of love
that ball-and-chain me to your gold cirlces,
or shall I weep the passing of what might have been
without testing the mettle of your truths?

Confused, I stand here startled-doe-still.

Scraps