My roving eyes - asteroids

with no predictable trajectory

collide with yours

the blow so oddly softened

by blooming irises of eyes

not even sparkles do arise

just short exchange of smiles

This special providence is

sometimes something very nice.

I am about to kiss

the finger of fate twice.


(this is a B-day poem in advance :)

Sofia,07/07/09

ONElia AVElar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/non-predictable-trajectory/