Somewhere in time

It is un-regrettable, this life I own.
Yes, sadness has carved lines
in hidden corners, alongside wearied eyes;
and often I catch those eyes, staring
out of turn, at shop window faces.

look look
they dare me,
blink and we
will never tell
Blue eyes often blend
with droplets of rain.

No one would ever know that I cry,
murmur names soft to the wind.
Somewhere, just inside of time
I am still here. I still reach out,
still try to see sound,
hear colours, touch light.

I am here.
I repent not.
I will look.
I will blink.
Blue eyes, blue skies,
backdrop for the sun.

© Berenice Dunford 2005