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You Don't Know

The way you are moving in your sleep,
The way you look before you leap..
These strange illusions that you keep..
You don't know
But, i'm noticing

Your silent wail is a screech to behold ..
Your defiance ..when you are complaint is still untold
Your breath on a cold winter is the warmth i need..
You don't know
But, i'm noticing

The dreams that you live on ,
The thoughts you pick on ..
The cold floor you tread on ..
The smile u keep on ..is just a camouflage
You don't know
But, i'm noticing

These beautiful tears that you weep ,
The crazy party sweep,
The fantasy of you lurking around ,
The warm of you in the deep down ..
You don't know..
But, i'm noticing

A trickle of laugh upon your cheek ,
Pace of speed among you feet ..
The dancing in the rain ..
The calm of you where ever you seat...
You don't know ,
But, i'm noticing

The fear in the night to walk by,
The turn of head side to side ,
The cheeky laugh of you when you sneak by
The illusion of triumph that you live by
You don't know
But, i'm noticing

These night lights ,that you love
The hallowed glaze ,from up above ,
The sweet illusion
Of your dance in the club ..
You don't know
But, i am noticing

The cheer behind a ,job well done ..
The stunning glow of a ,midnight sun ..
The laugh of your thought joking around ..
The way  you just go around calling "shotgun"...
You don't know
But, i am noticing

The bright glow of your dancing hair ..
The trance of your movement here and there
Those fireflies you catch in from the air
You don't know
But, i'm noticing

The trickle of sadness on your cheek ,
The arms agape in the breeze..
That look in your eye ,
That dance among your feet ,
You don't know
But, I'm noticing

For a split second i lost track of reality,
For a brief moment i was plucked from obscurity,
For that moment i lost my senses in a plight
Only to know i rested in your security ,
You don't know
But, i'm noticing..

That loud laugh on your fall,
The love you show standing tall,
Those stupid tricks with a ball
You don't know
But, i'm noticing

Those glistening eyes for a brawl,
Your crazy angelic drawl,
My heart picks the pace from a crawl,
You don't know,
But, i'm noticing

The laughter in your sentences,
The starlight of you under the moonlight drenches,
Seems to resurrect my soul,
Feel the life in my clenches,
You don't know ,
But, i'm noticing.

There is a season in your eyes,
And fever on your breath,
You take me in,
And save me of my death,
You dont know,
But im noticing

The anarchy and rebellion in you tone,
soothes the sins yet to atone,
the eyes that you squirm from a smile
the slow hum of your melodious baritone,
you dont know
but im noticing
The smile that quirks on your lips,
The melody on you fingertips,
These vile illusions in your mind,
And then the strong silences
You don't know,
but I'm noticing 

I wish my memory was stronger
So, I could remember,
I wish I could keep you longer
before, the photographs burn in this ember
stay stay stay
before, the end of my somber
you dont know,
But im Noticing

I kissed you good-bye,
With a fear in my heart to die,
You stripped my heart from me,
And so my breath in a time to wry,
You don't know ,
But, i'm noticing


                       I developed this one poem over the years slowly combining stanzas from one or the other girl that had come in my sweet life and it had been a blast. Alas, this poem lacks the one stanza that i wanted to put in for the one i loved, perhaps because, i cant get myself to write it.
Ha!! Love is an infernal thing sometimes. :P
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