Listen to Your Eyes
The windows of your soul can tell no lies ~
betray the honeyed guile that passed your lips,
and echo in the aspect of your eyes
where truth betrays a telling tear that drips.
When caught upon the tongue, its bitter taste,
now lingers there, and never to be gone,
except upon the paths, where it is traced
like the haunting rapture of a song.
Yet, in your eyes, I hear it once again,
it whispers like a hymn amongst the trees,
and like the sad refrain from Monday's rain,
is shaken from our leaves on Tuesday's breeze.
I wonder how much yesterday pretends,
if love and its perfection ever ends...
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2025
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