Seldom a smile If we do wait for Soft Eyes

Seldom a smile

at a funeral

A newborn

view of life

Born of death

…bored of death.

Take your pride

and dry your

tears with it

I’m done.

Forces you ought to think about: Your own mortality

makes you feel

the aches

and early

Pains

that aren’t

there when

It’s gone.

 

If we do wait,

tomorrow might be gone.

But I would wait

For rebirth

a second coming

Until the sun

is but a song

echoing in the

mighty

undiscovered

soil.

 

Soft eyes

Peeking from behind

the shadowed eyelids

glistening

questioning

thirsting for knowledge

Blue

as the deepest sea

or

wildest sky

As beautiful as

the love they share

with my own two

eyes.