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.
Strolling through life’s garden,
shadows rain,
seeking shelter as winds whip,
danger hovers,
droplets spit and spatter ‘cross my cheek,
strength stings,
then clouds thin their thick blankets,
goodness yawns,
a beam of sun glides a light revealing,
warmth shines.
Oh how pretty someone said,
until they bit them with a thought,
then said person turned to say,
oh thank you thank you,
you made my day.
Walk away walk away
with maliceful smile,
hugging and shaking hands
all the while,
inside you are scratching,
your mind springs forth spite,
ready to leap at a chance for a fight.
But in the end waves of coolness set in,
bringing you down a notch,
to comfort within.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 