Looking Just to See
It was while he was looking
Just to see
He smiled the easy smile
He would later
Become known for
You know the one
That made his eyes burn bluer
Than the bluest of blues
For the briefest of moments
He saw them both savored
And wasted
Infinitely etched and indelibly
Traced without so much as a hint
Of definition like the finest of fine
Cobwebs and each
One of them was smiling
It was there draped
Much like silk
Upon his opaque lenses
Such fraught filigrees now clouding
Those fondest of memories complete
Though now much truer than
The very truest true
Yes twas then a cry was sounded
Yes he had a voice indeed
And through it whispered
Let it be recorded now
In ciphers codes and alphabets
In Roman
Rune and ancient hieroglyph
Let us ne’er forget dear friends
To call such moments poetry