Passing by... (a moment, lost?)

Passing by, they shared the stare
Where time stands still, a moment's pace,
Yet tersely urged emergence, see,
His hazel-green, her chestnut rare
Elates, dilates, rapidity
Black holes absorbing of her light,
Simultaneously merged
Her own bronzite

Fixation.  In their eyes  reflect,
Collide, a scope, with no escape,
The swirling raths
And vales adorned
In golden shadows
Pink sunset rays
That flickered on the ripple waves
'Tween horizon and the shore.

He passing by, into her eyes
As brown as Shannon's shallows wades
Star-spangle of their mirrored lust,
That danced the surface of their gaze
Unspoken lines are cast and reeled,
And hooked! Hearts dash in silver flash
Of Sinann's salmon's scales and fins
In alacritous surging swim

His heart as though in leap of weir,
Her figure fine of form and furls,
The ebb and flow of river's rolls,
In undulating aqua tide
Her darkest depths,  he near dove down,
A lapping lulling lullaby found
Her silent song, her Siren song,
Would surely have him drowned!

Passing by,  her gentle heart
That beat in expeditious march,
Looked deeper still into his eyes...
From tunnels black came lay boreens,
That wended winding, seer's stares,
The Gypsy grais, the clopping hooves,
As canter's cadence, palpitations,
Drove rolling wagons, bow-topped green,
And reds' and yellows' colourations
To gawdy carni-circus dreams

In crystal balls to darkened nights
And fierce camp fires that dance delights,
the wanton wanting culminates...

She blushes, smiles.
He tips his cap
Just passing by...
And that was that...?