Chance Meeting Poem by Mari Martin

I watched you
across the room
conversing with someone you knew.
Your eyes like mirrors to your soul,
she never seemed to see you.

Our eyes met
you smiled and I shied away
Smiling to myself I wondered
what words would I find to say?

Words spoken from one soul to another
dreams drifting in silent song
crossing between time and space
always searching for a place to belong.

I could not keep my eyes from watching
something magical drew me.
Our eyes locked for a moment in time.
A burning seared right through me.

Your table was ready.
You turned and walked away.
Perhaps the chance meeting was meant
to happen another day.

Was it you?
The one whose touch turns spark to fire
The one to awaken loves desire?

I waited for a while unable to move
then found the courage to rise
only to walk out through the door
and look into your eyes.

An instant of recognition
Words spoken with no reply
Questions passing instantly
Did you speak?
Did I?