Beyond The Blue

Before we met.

I saw you.

Staring at me.

Amidst the crowd. I longed to stand beside you.

At last, we stood across from one another.

All others dissolved.

Into a sea of blurred dots in the back scene of the music hall.

Your blue eyes.

I had never seen such magnificence, a blue beyond any beckoning I could imagine.

Looking into your ocean.

You, peering into the soulful window of my darks.

Beyond the blue of the boy, I saw a man.

His soul, crying, yearning, searching.

Longing for a deeper connection than he had ever experienced.

Craving inside, to have his true voice heard, to be seen outside his walls.

Your voice was soft, of a boy lost at sea.

Talents hidden, emerging in times of lightness, and in tainted pockets of love.

So you hid.

Who hurt you? Maligned you? Scared you?

You look to me for guidance amidst the rough seas.

Philosophy, business, art and what not.

I ask who mentors you - the boy inside.

The man outside standing in front of me has no reply.

You're seeking me, I can see.

Your softness calls and awakens the depths of my soul.

To stroke your face, to let you know that I am there to take your hand.

Navigate your storms, to forgive and to forget past pains.

Yearning.

For that moment to meet again, beyond the blue.