Eyes of glass,
clear, transparent,
yet full of life…
peace abides within those portals
to the soul.
Standing with a waiting stance,
hands expectant, set…
eyes of glass,
yearning for life
when troubles tackle the heart.
No one comes that can be seen,
perhaps a presence though is felt
inside with warmth,
yet not viewed with
eyes of glass.
When you’ve depicted a character so well within a story that traces of them are left behind in the reader’s heart, mind, and soul.
The blocks rumbled and tumbled down,
crumbling further till pebbles abound,
half of me shut the door to life,
when you stabbed me with your knife.
I understand life’s little worries,
when you think you’re in a flurry,
right now a storm has bitten your soul,
but it will pass, then you’ll be whole.
I took part in your unrest,
without a thought of future’s test,
behind we look and stagger forward,
but gaining ground does not look backward.
I wish you well my little one,
for in God’s hands all is won,
He has your heart and soul I pray,
that back to us you’ll be some day.
Our hearts feed our minds whether it’s in a negative or positive way.
But our minds don’t always feed what our heart wants.
When I first saw your eyes,
they put me in a spell,
my heart you took,
with just one look,
your love to me compelled.
Like a deluge you stormed my heart,
yet gentle as a lamb you did impart
your mind upon my soul’s being
with emotion’s droplets,
forever leaning.
Hours raced and flew on by us,
creating meaning so momentous,
instilling self within my mind,
foretelling secrets,
intertwined.
Fear’s vice grip latched and firmly held,
as I watched you leave on wings of flight,
a tear upon my cheeks it felled,
as there I stood, seeing you off to fight.
All progress and forward motion from me,
stilled that day, unmoving and sticky,
but if you are to come home and be,
I must move on but, alas, is tricky.
Days faded and blew away like a stranger,
never getting too close but turning away,
wondering if you were in any danger,
and praying you’d show at the door today.
Then one day as I stood cooking,
a whisper swept across my ear,
I’m here, my love, war never shook me,
now I am home and my love is near.
Intricate beauty captures,
hearts and souls,
alas, your arms surrounding.
Traces fixed as outlines fade,
sun shifts, beams,
I am revealed as always.
Redness, goodness, passion set,
tucked within,
your soul captures, scintillates.
Through your heart life captures me,
awakens,
paint-strokes of love spark and glow.
Beauty weaves its perfect love,
hearts and souls,
your arms surround me, alas.
Like a needle with a thread
I moved to access your wakeful head,
Such knowledge have you at heart
but would not give me or impart,
perhaps attempts were great in number
causing you to go and slumber,
or maybe thus I have no key
to open you and give to me,
please think me not too selfish
just that you I want to cherish,
my hand on yours I transferred
then you said I was absurd,
I yanked my hand away
to try again some other day.
Floating eyes moved side to side,
gazing in world filled wonder,
but when a hand prayed to abide,
the heart ran off to yonder.
Needles pointed inward,
stabbed the brain toward death,
the heart continued wayward,
and stole the lungs of breath.
Waves of goodness swept and swayed,
life’s ups and downs they fought,
then One above heard all I prayed,
in snares I wasn’t caught.
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