Pondering

Pondering on you

There is a strange serene comfort I feel when I pass by and watch you in the window.
You never see me, never notice, never stop.
I watch each move you make hoping that your steps will tell me something about you.
Who are you?
How is it that a total stranger has captivated my attention?
You are beautiful, yet it is not your looks that make me pause.
There is a strong wind that pushes me in your direction as I walk by.
I desperately want to speak with you, learn you, feel you, know you.
Though I know you not, something in me tells me to believe that I should.
What creates the human being that individualizes you?
What makes the tears flow, from where do you derive strength?
What pool do you pull your happiness from?
Somehow I feel as If I already know you.
Call them guesses perhaps.
I would suppose that you have an inner strength that drives you,
a self esteem that defeats you, and a broken heart that deceived you.
What you do for entertainment. Art? Sports? Dancing?
If I got to know you, could amuse me?
I suspect so, with your smile.
Suddenly feel that silly crazed teenager tingly feeling inside of me.
Will she notice me? Will she like me? Do I interest her?
You tell a friend that you don’t want to jump into a relationship.
I am in no mood to lay all of my vulnerability on the line.
The desire is not mine to tie you down.
I simply ask that you might allow me to ponder on your soaring.