Our Gazes', Integrity

Catching the molecular prisims
as the sun dances across your face;
in the morning dawn's haze.

I'm caught pretending that I have focus, enough
to distinguish them from the shadows
in my mind's eye.

I receive the grace within you
way down deep, to the level of my very core;
and I celebrate.

Were it not, for my lack of focus
I might reign my voice too loudly,
so, I digress.

And were it not also, for the blinding echo
of the aura, that is your vessle...
I'd know not, of humility;

so, for now and for always
I will proudly celebrate thee,
and your gentle grace;

where we each easily coincide
and keep things so, very real between us,
face to face.

The sunset of our smile resembles quick, the dawn...
and the in-between times echo every reflection
and much, is our gazes', integrity.