These Looks

Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten,

Deserted gardens where wishes can't be found

Are places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.

Remembering a sandy beach we walked when

The eyes of love shared in an impromptu romp, round

Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten.

There are no words left to write or speak when

The look of love has left the stage iracund,

And places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.

Such day dreams can never be truly gotten

For the earth has turned her face away to confound

Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten.

Flirtations of the eyes that hold common emotion

Are the stuff of romances on the rebound

And places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.

And now another day gone unenlightened

For two souls wishes become infound

Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten,

With places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.

(C)2009, Nia Wynne