Part two, newly awoken

He looks up
His hands shake slightly 
As he nods his head 
In her direction, politely 
She looks beautiful 
Eyes so bright and sincere 
But he ran away from her
Out of reach, for fear 
Of being too involved 
Of being hurt again 
His eyes search hers
Almost looking for a friend 
She braves his glance 
And doesn't look away
She still wants him
He still wants to stay
A shout to the bartender 
For a bourbon on the rocks 
He sits on a bar stool
Looks around and takes stock 
At the people all around him
Getting drunk and getting loud
But around her, it is calm
There is almost silence, profound 
The beauty of her eyes 
The elegance of her body
He can't help but stare at her 
And to the music he nods softly 
This felt like a dream to him
And something good might happen 
He thinks back to that day
Amongst the Heather and bracken 
Where limbs entwined 
And mouths explored
A memory etched in granite 
A memory he adored 
So he gets up slowly
He can feel her eyes upon him
There is silence as he walks 
Her beauty quietens the din  
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