No Word But We Know This Truth Poem by rich soos

trees grow wild from your eyes
winds blow angry from your throat
I'll never weary of surprise

my backbone stiffens losing size
though my thoughts giggle as I quote
trees grow wild from your eyes

the joy is short lived I realize
that for now humor is quite remote
I need to ready for surprise

to not prepare would be unwise
my temple once met a gravy boat
when trees grew wild from your eyes

my peripheral vision must send out spies
despite this truth I've time to gloat
I'll never weary of surprise

I know in time we'll be allies
as our emotions stay afloat
trees grow wild from your eyes
I'll never weary of surprise



from Moaning & Groaning (1999)