As I sit here listening, learning, watching,
I drift off.
I hope to be somewhere else.
I see it as a waste of time,
Of my time.
But here I sit.
Here I listen.
Here I do as I am told.
I learn of wars, and of peoples,
And of civilizations long past.
I imagine their struggles,
For I have nothing better to do.
I drift off, and I dream.
My eyes wander,
Looking forsome release.
The trap is sprung,
I am caught,
For in this sea of endless faces,
Constantly changing,
Constantly dwindling,
I see an angel,
The face of perfection.
I am stunned, blinded, amazed.
You look back,
Prompted by instincts unknown.
Our eyes meet for the briefest moment,
Not knowing.
Hoping against hope for the best,
But fearing the worst.
And so I stand here waiting,
Hoping for a sign.
Hoping that you will look back again,
And that I will see that radiant smile.
I don't know you.
You don't know me.
But you glance at me again,
Catch me looking,
And you smile.
It's a silly smile.
It's a stupid smile.
It's the most brilliant smile I've ever seen,
Smiling right at me.
And I hope to see it again.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 645 AF.