a poem registring the strong feeling for a loved one |
YOUR EYES Your eyes… Indeed they mirror clear the sights I see There resides the meaning of you and me And there shall shallow waters sink into auroras bluish and pink a flicker of rose touching your lips prying open those forbidden tips bearing the might of the descending rain but fear not, I ‘m the shelter from that pain In Your eyes… Indeed no veil can mask what you reveal yet deeper than crimson black is that which you conceal Shadows blending into immaculate waves against stone carved walls in hallow caves alone you stand in the midst of dreams broad, coarse and fierce, like raging streams and you fear you might never be free but, alas, in me lies the key And in Your eyes… I see life in its evens and odd ‘cause those pupils so fair bear witness to no fraud. I see the rain fall and rainbows rising tall I feel the winter wind, bitter and cold Lo! The flowers in summer do hold I see that dream once hidden now real, braving across a storm bidden and when all is calmed and still comes a vision vivid and chill filmed in that darkness sleeping on white a picture unwavering to the sight Because in your eyes so clear lies me so dear... MURTALA ASSAYOUTI |