BEAUTY

beauty took your eyes

as we flew the dark skies

a fated brief height

hope smiles with promise

absent any disguise

an iridescent glow to the night

never counting time

the view into dreams

nibble’s like soft rain

brushed tender on my face

this place I keep safe

to be forever mine

a wager with the devil

paid with free will

to know why

beauty took your eyes

Terry Darcy-Ryan

Author's Note

When I was a child my father was just short of a Hero. Tall, strong and young. As we get older Dads become so normal and we see them as just human. I myself have refused to grow old as long as I can. My Father is 79 years old he is no longer the young man but an older version I barely recognize. Yesterday I paid my dad a visit, I can now look him in the eye's he has lost inches of his height. No longer the vision of youth. Our visit was good and talking to him I can still see a glimpse into the Dad of my youth. He speaks of my mother and his beloved second wife most the time I was there, they are both deceased. When I left I stopped briefly to write this line. " Beauty took his eyes, their almost all he sees, besides me " If you are still reading I thank you and God Bless

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and amazing poetry. I had to read again. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[ElizaB]

Thank you for entering your poem in my competition.

I really liked the rhyme/half rhyme scheme throughout and you created some pleasant imagery.

Thanks again :)

[Alao Taiwo]

nice. beauty, rain, and a place (haven). making a choice is uneasy and the war ongoing...

[fadingtale]

I love how you wrote this poem! This is beautiful, haunting and leaves me breathless! Thank you for submitting for all about love contest!

[Michael S]

A sweet ode to those precious memories of past. A beautiful tale of bond with father.. Short yet very deep piece of Work, Terry.
Beautiful writing
God bless you :-)

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

Michael, its good to hear from you again. Thank you for the kind words. This one was short, my heart could not express any more writing this poem I see the end. Everyone has an exit strategy and not anyone's is alike. So Flew the dark sky's as a child one last time. This was the best way to lift my spirit. God Bless

Sheer Terror

[wordman]

he is still the man he used to be,just in a different body

[Pete]

as they say, 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. growing old is definately not for sissies. a fantastic write Sheer. you sure love your family. cool pics. love the touching note you added.