I saw a man outside the door
Sitting ‘neath my stair
Our eyes met as I wandered past
While out to catch some air
His eyes became the window
To a soul I thought I’d seen
Sometime, somewhere, somehow before
A message ours to glean
The blue beneath his lashes
Were the deaths that we had known
And moisture ‘round his pupils
Were the loves we’d call our own
The crust within the corners
Were the times we’d lost our way
The vacant looks between us
When there wasn’t much to say
I wandered past him yet I knew
The eyes beneath my stair
Were filled with everything I’d known
That in this life is fair
His eyelids were the softness
Of a childhood filled with grace
And lessons learned and years gone by
In getting to this place
The brightness deep inside his eyes
That day beneath my stair
Were memories of the early days
Of learning how to share
The wind which stung my eyes just then
Causing them to tear
Made me wonder were he there or
Would he disappear
My stroll was long and thoughts were cloaked
In many special things
And as I turned to grab the rail
I saw his angel wings
(7-28-2013)
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