her eyes are gray, foreboding

her eyes are gray, foreboding reflecting the wrath of Zeus yet therein lies the charm of Hera who silences Olympian thunderbolts she is sharing a tenebrous introspect the smile withdrawn, judgmental thought an ego that must be fed, expense of others aloofness brings happiness no more i am lost in the beauty of an honest waltz women addressing their problems instead of undressing in front of them we all suffer in being human but with an honest waltz such as yours we begin the inward path realize the injustice we do others its ultimate expense, our self we are wisely told never to judge yet every day we do and to some extents we must who shall i call friend do i devitrify, or dignify humanity sometimes i wonder why get honest people love to be honest about faults most of the time it is yours truth can be an elusive beast sheltered within, Medusa's avoiding mirrors refusing to acknowledge the peccants within the ones we tend to ignore dismiss as peccadilloes i was not fond of reflection myself those mornings after, mirror of dipsomania the abusive beast, a life of full moons it was worth every battle back sitting here sober, listening to you Phoenix 94