Connect

There are times when you meet someone 
 - and there are no words spoken 
There is no agenda 
There is no preconceived notion 
There is that first look 
That first visual forever etched into the mind
The color of the eyes - not even a smile 
or glint of wonder
Just a simple clear sense of connect 
And even if that "connect" doesn't move 
from here to there or ever go anywhere
Other than remaining in that split second;
 - that moment in time
It holds a power all unto its own 
And when the words are spoken 
and a smile is shared...his eyes blue - mine brown 
All is noticed and it remains still and quiet
And will never move beyond the ancient walls 
of Firenze, Italia.


© 2015 TrilbyYates