What do they see, such
Dark eyes, liquid and huge
In this small face?
Eyes that have looked on heaven
In the close darkness
Of a long growing and
Emerged, calm and unblinking
To this sudden daylight wakening,
Untroubled by the world’s grief,
Yet carrying an innocent knowledge of all things.
I cannot look away, as this
Small sorceress holds my gaze
In hers. The invisible thread
Tightens, reformed again,
Tying me to this new life.
©C.M.M. 08/07
1 comment:
One could drown in those eyes! Your poem captures it beautifully.
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