To Grasp

A standing face, caught in time
Your eyes the green of golden lime
The holding gaze of youthful throws
Preventing frankness stranger eyes can't know

We seal the thought with laughter kept
I thought of it still as conscious slept
But, prolonged, your distance lingers high
As I know, your silence falls so dry

So now I pause in wondered fray
As you shift in role from night to day
An open sight shared strong is due
So I wait, in vain, in hope for you