Eyes

I have looked for kindred spirits my whole life

 

                           Eyes

   Is there a fire behind those ebony windows

   or merely the coldness of innuendoes

   and is there a hearth to warm my soul

   or merely a reminder that I am growing old

   and is there a loveseat for weary feelings

   or merely a dream that cannot be. 

 

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

nicely penned

[emmajoy]

What a gentle flow of words wrapped in six lines of a question .. to call eyes ebony windows is a beautiful touch ..

[Loner]

Lovely thoughts.

[Julijana Velichkovska]

and is there a loveseat for weary feelings
or merely a dream that cannot be.
-beautiful!