Restless

Contributed by Eliza Jordan | gargoyle@flagler.edu

His sincere eyes looked my way,
and from then on,
I knew he would never slow down.
I grabbed a pen and drew
“Don’t delay, time is wasting away”
On his forearm as I stopped the clock.
I gazed from afar and wondered which
Constellation I would see in his eyes tonight.
Gentle and calm, I counted my speeding heartbeat.
I can’t believe how orange the moon is tonight.
Against its black canvas,
Moon looks curious and awake.
Moon looks hopeful and willing.
I look like Moon.
Moon looks like I.