Melancholy Eyes

Melancholy Eyes By Dane Smith-Johnsen There, in the midst of glittering eyes, Dark, brown, luring enticingly round Seeking. Smiles and playful laughter cries. Melancholy eyes, joy never found. Children are laughing, jumping, playing. Huddling against a tree is she. Safely standing alone, while watching. Through tears, her melancholy eyes see. Summer flowers all around invite. Yellow shimmering beneath the sun. She with soulful fear hides out of sight. Giggling girls pick them one by one. Youth’s sparkle, stolen from her face, sighs. No word of hurt passes her taught lips. There, in the midst of glittering eyes, Some child’s happiness, through the crack, slips. Shall we as one great society, Watch while from the masses leaders rise. Continuing life diligently. Unaware. Oh, melancholy eyes.