The Exchange

In the equality of ones eyes, you stare into the world she stares into.

You look and wonder the wonder she wonders.
White flags and burned ashes, 

bare trees in paths of leaves.
Daisies in digged holes only to be climbed out of.

You stare and wonder, walk barefooted into the dirt.
Only to see the sun that shines upon one's world

And for one day; if she stares back into mine

one can only wonder, 

how clouds will try and stop to make her shine.