a poem|words of being

Naked

I stand here naked alone yet not alone my soul laid bare no regrets yet, regrets so many I cannot count not caring yet, caring so deeply my heart could split yet knowing it will never break that when it does it will form mend tempered by time never made brittle bruised and battered perhaps naked for all to see eyes perhaps averted but not through fear not fear for me eyes that see eyes that will hold your gaze for all time or the merest glance a glance eyes blue, yet cloudy and grey calm, yet deep and stormy perhaps lost perhaps found like the ocean or the wind or the sun, the moon and stars naked that thing that is most truly me