Times lessons are tough
Both eyes can not always be opened
Some eyes, may... never open
The fractures of life, can break hearts
Hands once held. Now torn apart.
These eyes, no longer see stars.
The Limbs that join and move as one
Cannot Move. Now disabled.
These eyes... Now seeing something different.
Such energy. such drive, on the same road.
The bitumen now worn
These eyes now meet at cross roads.
Always smiles, Laughs never to end
No Longer shared.
Held together by friends.
The Eyes still meet, They ache, they see,
They feel
They just no longer Shine
The creation of these eyes
Has been a miracle
A miracle
That must only continue
These EYES still meet
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
Stirring, if but a little sad undertone. Lovely in your honest expression. PEACE
the eyes that don't anymore shine, still shine in love. a most befitting tribute to love...age defying!
Before you make love with your eyes you have to make love with your heart. Lovely poem Lyn
The eyes have it dear Lyn. The eyes are the very windows to the soul. They are the light to the body. It may grow dull and dim but the heart still lights it up through time. Like it.
Eyes often speak the language of love! Once it is lost, the eyes will no longer shine! Enjoyed reading and hope that the eyes will continue to shine!
Change is so often uncomfortable for the players and the awkward meetings thereafter. Well considered in this piece.
Remarkable! A poem that echos with its optimistic note and appeal. A poem of the kind, dear Madam Lyn.
So much is said, so much expressed With looks of Love that say it best. I think that is what you so beautifully and warmly expressed in this touching and lovely Poem, Lyn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... that was a great emotional poem... loved it