Her Wild Eyes

Hollows of her eyes held more life
than one soul could possibly contain.
An ocean, brimming with a wildness
only God almighty could ever explain.

Clinging, grasping, tries to latch on
arms and legs, she wrapped around;
petting, rubbing, pressing firm,
any closer, she’d be bound.

Persistent in her pleas and tactics
Resilient to a fault with efforts
Smile in place with every whimsy
Security longed for despaired comforts.

Longing most to just be loved
Loving most to just be cradled
Cradled most; hopes and dreams…
Dreams deferred, some even squandered.

Entrusted to my care with limit,
boundaries pushed cause armour to crack.
I release her with one last goodbye,
she skips forward, never even looks back…

Where’s the clinging and the grasping?
Why isn’t she still latching on?
I watched her walk away for good –
A new target her eyes now fix upon.

Her object of security?
The one thing she believes won’t breach
It’s tried and true; her mind feels sure
…The closest thing within her reach.