Difficult it was To look into her eyes Without getting mine moist. Certainly messy, a refuge in dark glares While bidding adieu. And eyes won’t lie, you know? Eyes, they conceal an ocean Yet, just won’t stay quiet when we badly want them It will give us up, Like a jealous acquaintance. Believe me, Would have stayed off A scenario so clumsy, Yet, the faint flicker of hope That she may still stay Nudged me on;
Only to sit in silence For an hour and half Staring at the lonely Buddha In the middle of the crimsoned lake I didn’t move When, with a gentle clasp and What sounded like “Be Good” She faded off into the setting sun. Didn’t look at her at all. Now, after all these years Badly wanted to know What she must have kept in those eyes of hers?
She Keeps a Love to Nurture her Immature And a Vigor to Sacrifice the Fruits of Nature Her Dreams are Curtained Behind the Window Panes And Chained into Darkness with Teary Stains Her Audacity of Giving Birth to our Family
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really