Your Beautiful Halo Of Goodness

what if I never met you
you were a person on the street.
never knowing or wanting,
I wouldn't care if you smiled
or said hello,
or wished me well..
We could pass and smile
and never know the strangeness
of our souls.
I would not care if you love
but I would still love you
as I do all humans,
in that colorless way that hopes the best
and wishes we all could get along.
oh!
but that silent brightness
I have seen...
or imagined it so,
shimmering from the depths
and radiating outward
when perhaps you weren't looking,
the thing I keep remembering,
hidden beneath your vest.
closed off from the world,
your beautiful halo of goodness.

My Tactless Wonders

for the friends I've met but yet to make*

i think of you tho
remind myself
not to..
which brings the image
of you all the more
into view.

i tell myself it is
not truly you
i am thinking of
but an ideal,
an idea of truth,
this better hue.

a wish on the lips
to spring forth
an image of us, as if
thinking of you,
you appear august
and fine.

and all my tact-less
wonders
would be forgiven
and we could start
as newly-met friends.
mine.


*Beyond a random 'hello' I seem to always stick my foot in it, saying the wrong thing, asking the wrong questions.. my timing is often horrible it seems, regardless whom I am speaking with.