Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful eyes so far away stretched across the span of time another life another time another person young full of promise and sadness and hope and fear and passion and rage. This is the quiet that always comes before the end and the end always comes over and over. Days pass into night dragging the spirit tearing at the ground holding to loss nails dug in tearing the earth then slammed down hard to stare at the sky empty of thought and direction until once more the familiar arrives guiding heart into another day. Beauty imprisoned to be seen and felt in passing but never inside only close inspiring but never fulfilling, never a union for a moment. A glance a look in passing a smell a sight, warm sun on your face and arms but never to live there never to rest.

If only remember those eyes, windows into eternity such utter encapsulating beauty deep full of color impish playful unencumbered irresistible offering nothing but their beauty and their dance and for a moment their filling of pure color and sensual depth, just a moment spent causally and quickly. Utter beauty and strength tossed upward into the expanse to dissipate with time and distance leaving only a distant memory of a moment.

So tired, so tired why so little purchased with so much beauty, youth and strength, consumed by the insatiable furnace boring, lifeless inhaling beauty exhaling rambling musings of a disconnected soul.