A walk in the park

We went for a walk that day in April

through the quiet park with overcast sky.

I could not pull my eyes away, grateful

in that moment, all I could do is sigh.

We had a treat, our snow cones together.

Even though yours was made much too sour.

I was lost in your deep eyes and whether

or not I would lose track of all my hours.

But I start, I have not seen them lately

except in dreams and visions that come.

That piercing gaze which vexes me greatly,

perfectly vivid like a rule of thumb.

Your blue eyes, cherried lips, and wind blown hair

What else to do, but be speechless and stare.