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

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