These Are The Eyes - Poem by Patti Masterman
These are the eyes
That watched you climb a mountain range
Careen off the top on a thin rope
Swing across an abyss on razor wire
Shepherd hope to the craggy zenith
Slice within writhing inches of the precipice
And rappel safely to the other side
Of one trusting heart-
Which now lies in your bleeding hands.
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