Eyes

I have so many poems and writings that I have tucked away that recently re-surfaced  while cleaning and packing.  Reading this makes me realize how important it is to fulfill your dreams.

img_6225lgI saw her again.
She is quite unique in a special way.
Her emotions expressed by the warm touch of her hand
she seemed to say, "I understand."
Her beauty
bronze, unadorned, refreshing.
Simple and pure. 

She smiled, a soft and subtle grin
while reaching for their shoulder giving support once again.
The tone of her smile seem to come from heaven 
     soft silent and calm.  

I tried not to stare at her
only to glance
But with all of her serene charm and beauty
I saw the soul of her eyes.

Her spirit drained of all passion.  

Lost Eyes...
Seemed distant in a dream 
running to embrace 
searching for more.

Sad Eyes...
Sunken beneath the wrinkles 
lost in hunger to overcome,
to believe.

Old Weary Eyes...
tired, worn, yellow
holding back puddled tears   
She knows her dreams 
are the blood that keeps her strong.

Sadly I looked away.

Doomed to wonder,
if in her eyes I see  
a reflection of me. 

Linda 7/2015