Brown eyes [#28 Mark]

Brown eyes

         for Mark

You were born in May, my favorite month before I met you and still my favorite today. Now in November, sunset comes before 5 o'clock. Days fade slowly and my memory fades too. Who was I? Who were you? Was I the nerd with poor social skills; were you dyslexic? Yes, you were the boy of my dreams. Yes, I would still be with you.

But dreams and memories of dreams do not define us, seldom are true. You didn't walk on water; but, this was true: you knew how to swim in it. I just floundered. And more: the beauty within you beamed, showed you a way to live in beauty, a path you never strayed from.

I have always loved most those I wanted to be. As a teenager I wanted to be you, dark-haired, brown eyed ... and normal. Average to others, never less than the best according to me.

Memory fades with the coming sunset, but for 40 years when I've gazed deep into brown eyes I see you and the dream-filled nights of May.

© Kåre Enga

[168.236] #28 November 19, 2011.

Note to self, earlier version:
Sunset comes before 5 o'clock. Days fade slowly and my memory fades too. Who was I? Who were you? Was I the nerd with poor social skills; were you dyslexic? Yes, you were the boy of my dreams. I would still be there with you.

But dreams and memories of dreams do not define us, seldom are true. You didn't walk on water; but, this was true: you knew how to swim in it. I just floundered. And more: the beauty within you beamed, showed you a way to live in beauty, a path you never strayed from. And you were born in May, my favorite month before I met you and still my favorite today.

I have always loved most those I wanted to be. As a teenager I wanted to be you, dark-haired, brown eyed ... and normal. Average to others, never less than the best according to me.

Memory fades with the coming sunset, but for 40 years when I gaze deep into brown eyes I see you and the promise of dream-filled nights.