I Never Cared Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

I never cared for blue-sky eyes
quoth the slight-built bard
And then she turned,
and found the sky-brightest pair
Twinkling mischief at her,
Smiling gently at her,
Laughing warmly at her foolishness,

And she nearly fell
except they caught her gaze,
except they stopped her breath,
except they held her strongly on her feet.

I've nothing against
sky-bright eyes
quoth the small, round bard,
no bias, no disliking, nor distrust,
[The Who's song to the contrary not withstanding]
Only I've long preferred gazes of amber/gold,
golden gleaming bronze, deepest, near black brown,
even those of warm, clear hazel, and sometimes glass green.

But then she turned,
and found those deep set, twinned blazing blue
sparking and sparkling, sparing with a golden smile,
narrowed and glinting, flinting gray in a fight

Then she almost fell;
And she caught her breath,
And held herself steady,
And felt the world disappear.

I'd rarely given thought to sea-deep eyes
quoth the little bard, sighing
Until I turned and
saw them weeping,
found them worrying,
met them desolate, near despair...

And then I happily fell,
except he holds firm,
except he keeps fighting,
except he goes on loving,
except he *never* gives up

And nor will I.


(written in 2004)