i once stared at a face   
and she stared back at me   
inquisitive and silent   
everpresent and prodding     
 
her light shone down   
when she asked with no words   
"Who do you want me to see?" 
     
through her eternal glow   
i see the rounded edges of his hair   
the coils and the kinks   
his afro hair     
 
he looks up at her   
and whispers a ballad   
a tune she carries   
and returns to me     
 
the eyes of hers  
interlocks   
his with mine   
as I see her   
he sees me    
 
 
i stare at her   
the warmth of the sun   
behind her face   
she carries my blush   
pink moon   
on this mild spring day