Saturday, January 26, 2013

My eyes are not a camera
But I wish they were
then I could show you
How I see
Who you are
In the door way
when you smile

The light low and bright
on the rafters
That were burnt
By the fire
Finds the curves
In the wood
to hide

Just like it finds
fine lines
Around your eyes
shadow wisdom
The deep blue well
of sadness in them
Yet still
Laughing and sparking
With truth and hope
tomorrow's sunrise
in their reflection

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