Cycle of Vision

Beauteous eyes
For not one second removed in presence of thee eyes
Speakers of true feeling
Gatherers of innocence
She has the eyes of nature's beauty
Eternity of youthful glee
Older in composition do they tell the tales of a million men
Young in expertise are they molded to view
Visions of the outer layers protruding with every tear
The light envisioned 
Her light that has gone
These women that glide into rooms anew 
The nuance of color, knowledge, and pride
Breathe these lights to shine with due time
Another is gone
A beauty now diminished
The cycle of visions molds a new contagious, tilted stare

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Related entries

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.