Beyond Green

You can sit by a green river flowing 

beneath tourist-packed streets 

drink green beer, share stories 

about kissing the Blarney Stone

and four-leaf clovers 

found in fields of green 

stretching on and on and on 

like the depth of your green eyes 

luring me in with unspoken words of love

words I know I can make you say, change

the feelings you hide. When I look deep enough, 

I see a faint spark lurking in those green eyes. 

It calls to me, begs for me to pull it out 

from places deep within, the light 

before a train appears 

in a tunnel-vision mind

your mind, the spark 

I know is there.