From Behind our Meeting Eyes
your thoughts
become secrets
without word or definition
behind warm eyes
wordless
i search your face
a hint, a sign
what happens
behind those warm eyes
sometimes i wonder
do you wonder
what happens behind
my own worn eyes
creasing at the ends
wrinkles of substance and abuse
puffing out and sinking in
like the smoke at our lungs
perhaps
yours is a warmth
spreading
to every eye
you set your own upon
ever capture
just a fraction
of that warmth
in my own
somehow
captured
such a warmth
ever known
if only, somehow
to return the rain
only the warm, sweet rain
given to me
by warm eyes
so you could taste
the salt at my lips
from behind worn eyes
your secrets
in thoughts
without word or definition
closed behind warm eyelids
which meet my own
with as much grace
as ever known
closed behind worn eyelids
That is kickass dev, you should try to put music to it. It’d make a great song. Keep up the good work. ^_^
Another jewel—you’ve cut the rough from this one. It’s brilliant.
I agree, it would make a fine song.
Really nice.