At First Glance
At first glance,
I swore I became blind
By the sight of dazzling,
And flawless, lovely perfection
Of musical movement that swayed
My adolescent blue eyes.
At first glance,
I thought I had a glorious trance,
But then I have come to realize
My eyes perceived a realm of honesty
And truthful beauty
Beyond any imagination and mankind.
At first glance,
The extension of shiny, light auburn thread
With an addition of coffee-tainted conviction
Triggered my cranium to blossom,
And my five senses
To rise light years of levels
That even I am still clueless to this day.
At a second glance, and many glances after,
I travel back to that beginning memory
Of that significant, debuting day
When I saw the first grace of promenade
With light auburn thread
And coffee-tainted conviction