Glasshouse Poem by Kewayne Wadley

It was love at first sight,
Soon as his eyes met hers,
He immediately knew his place,
By faith,
The taps on the glass,
The meeting of the eyes,
She watched him swim in constant circles,
As he pretended the scuba girl in the bottom of his tank was her,
The urgency of a dream,
The haunting of realities dearment,
He'd press his fins against the scuba tank against the scuba girls back each time he swam by,
Wishing that touch could belong to her,
Lovely woman from beyond the glass,
The comfort of a simple thought,
An everlasting mile,
Without lips that could speak, he'd talk with his eyes,
Most days she'll stare,
History repeats itself, she never understood,
Although a fish, the instant sight of her face meant the world,
All he ever known,
All he'd ever know,
He deserved better, but never knew how to define better,
A constant cycle, again history repeats itself,
Afraid to fly, he watched heaven through the glass,
The heaven in her eyes as she became belief,
An unspoken bond as without he'd surely perish,
Faith,
Faith that one day she'd understand the depth in his eyes,
As lately,
Its been hard for him to smile