Beautiful Eyes a Thousand Eyes Looking Into
Beautiful Eyes !
A thousand Eyes,
Looking into ?
As I look out my window, there,
hundreds of Autumn Green Eyes, stare,
they dance on the breath of cold, cruel winds,
bowing beneath the caresses of rain drops -
there, hanging, kissed by the grips of cool air -
on the finger tips of these Autumn days,
reaching out, touching the hands,
of the grim reaper, as he stands
on the threshold, of Winter's dream,
a new tomorrow, that will Spring
to life in another season.
Reason ?
I am reminded of you,
Who, I can never forget.
B.J."A" 2
October 17th 2009
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2012
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