How Could It Be True

From the window of my room I see something
But the flowered apple trees make it vague
Yet I know it is something eternal
At first I lay back in my bed
Trying to avoid the trouble
The trouble of curiosity
But it seems like that thing won’t go out of my mind
I go back to my window
And try to focus again
There it was
Same as it was
As serene as ever
I try to step back
But something pulls…
How can a thing be so killing?
Yet so serene?
“No more!” - I think
I rush through the stairs,
The corridors and veranda
Into the courtyard
Now too late to realize
What I was doing
Standing quite close
Yet too far
To a thing that was like a blink
One step – I see those eyes
With the coolness of blizzards
And calmness of oceans
Another step – I see that hair
With the darkness of night
And softness of clouds
Another one – I see that smile
With the flash of thunder
And brightness of the sun
How could it be true
I was standing next to …you!