a shameless desire

quietness and patience,

and yet a lingering desire; 

a tendency to disappear, 

and yet hope for a glimpse. 

even if brief and fleeting 

a chance of meeting

another intersection in intersecting lines

a view from and not of the skyline

a visual unmoving but electric

admit that there’s perfection in asymmetry 

admire that there’s beauty in what is messy

quietness and patience 

and a shameless desire 

a tendency to disappear 

and to catch a glimpse. 

a soul unwired, its willingness to desire 

and a bravery to admit it 

even though it can’t win everything! 

a sun that was actually behind you

The sun shines bright right in front of my eyes, 
a brilliant sparkle, a yellow almost white.
Pale shadows and the Tyndall effect, 
a pull so strong you don’t need a drive. 

Inching closer and closer the landscape opens up,
The buildings give way to the expanse, 
but then you find that your vision was corrupt.

You were chasing the mirror reflection
of a sun that was actually behind you. 

Feeling lost and betrayed now? 
Such is life without inner drive.
Trust not your eyes but your mind.
It leads you even when you’re blind. 

I meant what I said, it was an unintentional rhyme. 
The point is that it doesn’t matter when the force comes from within,
it feels unshakable and uninfluenced by external whims.