• Unseen

    In the crowded house of meeting
    There went many things unseen
    As we sat in a circle of greeting
    On few things I was not too keen

    Across I caught eyes with a stare
    Followed by my own heart beating
    The day's speaker I was unaware
    Green eyes let go and I was released

    Wondering if I would talk to you
    Chances being only a few
    My palms began to sweat
    A nervous reaction I bet

    Every move was followed
    Every breath was borrowed
    And every look was one remembered