unidentified sighs, daydreams and wishing

At least that's what we are going to tell everyone.

It's not good or bad
I swear,
but your eyes've been doing it different

I can't tell in fact―
too caught up in a sigh
but your eyes say it right

I am sure of it,
even twilight tends to brighten
whenever your eyes catch that light.

I'm wondering at the gods
with ritual and prayer
and they leave me silent

It's not good or bad I swear―
but these summer nights
I'll return eyes a little different