My roving eyes - asteroids
with no predictable trajectory
collide with yours
the blow so oddly softened
by blooming irises of eyes
not even sparkles do arise
just short exchange of smiles
This special providence is
sometimes something very nice.
I am about to kiss
the finger of fate twice.
(this is a B-day poem in advance :)
Sofia,07/07/09
ONElia AVElar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/non-predictable-trajectory/
