to keep your chin up.
And my heart aches.
that murmur in my chest spurs again
causing me to worry about my fate.
One day passed,
now if only one more will I can rest soundly.
Then I can rest forever silent and content.
but I am not done with my work
I am not done in my reaching out.
My purpose lies unfinished.
and I know this
as this pain sinks me in this late hour,
I cannot dispell those beautiful memories
I look in the mirror and those eyes
those, mine steal my soul.
They move me
because they are someone elses.
These eyes arent mine
and they move me to tears
making me realize how fragile life is.
So long ago I saw those eyes looking at me
and I was moved by that set as well.
Like that look could freeze me,
then leave my perception.
those are the eyes in that mirror
looking back at myself
that make me work,
that make me love,
that make me who I am.
Those are why I fight.
Those eyes of a mentor that dissolved long ago.
Kudravi's that soon dissipated
who taught me the true passion of science
who awakened me to my passion
I can only hope these eyes do that for another.
I have to give back.
To give to others
to be that mentor that doesnt wither away into a wooden box
and go underneath.
I love that spark in others when they reactivate or awaken.
There is an essence of beauty.
in that instant
when that light goes on.
it moves me.
how beautiful is this scent?
the essence of this fragrance
captivates my soul
and will not allow that connection to lapse.