shining

silently i sat, calm blinking eyes

bench on grass, hands on knees;

front of me  she saw the stream,

she played and played, with glee.

morning left, and she left the stream

she came back on, in glow of the eve;

‘n played along and left with a beam

thought i wasn’t there, this could be.

lonely she felt cold, she felt the mirth, 

i shifted not, and so blinked the same;

were the eyes moist, can’t tell the same

frigid, subtle and sometimes the mirth.

as crickets talked, she left and came

glistening stream in the night of light;

she stood her ground, right and wrong

indifference and fear, a pensive start.

not worth a notice was me, this could be

I blinked and sat, as i sat and blinked;

she wondered why i just sit there quiet;

but thought not ask, for why should she.

it went on, till stream was stream

i blinked, not asking,  not telling one;

she leaned on me, and this could be

quiet i sat with her, calm blinking eyes.

yet all the same, she was listening to me..