treasures

those black pearly eyes

said a million words

even when all she could speak were a hundred

i asked myself,

what was i doing here

a place removed from my reality

a place of which i knew very little

a place that made me feel like the desert sands

in the piercing summer sizzle

maybe it wasnt about me i told myself

maybe there are things in the world hidden in shrouds

of mysteries and riddles

in tangled minds and hearts and some that made

our lives worth every minute of our existence even when

all we did was gaze into the unknown

and gaze she did.

sorry correction, gaze we did.

for every unspoken gaze i saw stories

some that made us laugh,

some that made us wrench

at the possibilities of a future

that couldn't possibly be any different

from ones that would have happened

if we didn't gaze that hard to begin with

but as is the problem with everything

once you look,

you begin to stare

once you stare

you begin to gaze

and once you gaze

it never ends there

because what you see

is a million bucks

worth what you get.

and maybe the heat did us in

when our words started getting lighter and our minds

began traveling through the phases

of what seemingly our lives could be like

and through lives we had already lived.

they say food makes for excellent company

to conversations and beyond

in my mind it doesnt end there

because it also engages us

to break down the walls of limited world views

forcing us

to open our mouths,

at least to eat,

even if we have nothing to say.

her silence said it all

and then she smiled

which made everywhere

seem like a better place

than the cards it deals us

but hey, who cares about the cards

when that smile was all i could feel tonight.

i tried to prick it though,

to see what lay behind it

you see, the chances that we find hidden treasures lay reassured

but would it be worth its weight in gold

or do we drown because it would be a burden too heavy to shoulder thru

i couldnt find much

although she kept saying

look all you want

i was surprised i couldnt find anything at all

but then realized

i didnt have to look behind anything

what i wanted to find

lay right there in front of my eyes.

sometimes there are stones hidden in gold

sometimes there is gold hidden in coal

sometimes there is coal in between diamonds

and sometimes there are diamonds hidden in gold.

but what if you had gold hidden in gold

would you call that a treasure waiting to be found

or would that just be your folly, to question what you didnt find,

but was there waiting to be found.

oh, the sheer arrogance of a twisted mind

when the questions outnumber the doubts

and there are answers everywhere to be found

except for the questions you pose.

i will say this though

maybe with a meandering logic of my own

i found her and more

between the blow hot blow cold winds of my heart

a round of roulette we play

waiting for the ball to drop

maybe today

maybe tomorrow

maybe some day

maybe never

they say im an optimist

you can see that in the lines above

the chances to win are three is to one

i pick some day.

wait though, id rather let you choose.

its easier when treasures pick themselves

they have nothing to lose.