I remember the journey of your eyes.

Deep blue eyes
sculptured by seascapes,
summer skies,
champagne sparkles
and smiles.

Doves and eagles nested behind your iris's,
singing old songs and feeding their innocent young.
Your eyes were so curious, pulling people to you.
They told you their stories and found comfort,
with one look into your absolving eyes.

You watched all for decades Seer.
Your vision was a beacon,
a light that searched the dark and found the light again.

Now tears drip the hint of poems too private to tell.
What was it you saw when your diamond blues dimmed
and the birds flew in fright?

The mourning dove shares the sky with the freed soul soaring on eagles wings.

Evocative words, Ladywind7.

Thanks Techno, your comment was a poem itself .

Ahhh Ladywind once again you leave me amazed. Love this

Thank you Mig, I want to comment on yours, they seem so sad lately, I don't know what to say.

No need to worry just been extremely tired of late. So much to do so little tine to do it. And it doesn't help that I'm a basketball junky which means I'm staying up to 2 to 3 in the morning then getting up 6 for work.

And that's me staying up watching west coast games. I'm driving my wife crazy

Love this

Thank you so very much Queenie. I appreciate your appreciation of my art

Oh, ha ha, I read your poetry like you were old and dying. Like wtf am I thinking

NICE

Nice poem .