If one’s eyes
should stray
to another blossom
on the way
may it be in delight
and of a dancing glance

A moment in awe
of Nature’s beauty
an appreciation
for the spectrum
of conducted wilderness

If it were to be
a change
in pathways
—a transfer of heart
into another seat
of love’s wanderlust—
eyes illuminated
replete with glimpses
and bits of desires
then allow such
fleeting eyes
to grow wings
of young butterflies
in the strong winds
of curiosity
wings weak
to illusion’s natural lure
and let go of the security
that any eyes
were ever yours.