Sublime

Sublime, 

As he stood againt the tattered tree.

Gazing out across the lush land,

Overgrown from a week of hot summers rain.

She could not help but stare.

There was something about the way he looked out into the world.

The want to know, 

To really know whats out there,

Beyond. 

His eyes fell down to her.

Those hazel, golden eyes looked into every deep pocked of her soul.

He looked at her like he looked at the world.

She looked away,

Embarassed and red.

Looked up at him once more.

He was Sublime.