Your Eyes
The visitation of eyes,
so cordial and sincere...
the angels cry.
The color of kiwi,
unsalted is the juice therein.
Surrounding is the color
that lives within the stem of the Weeping Willow...
free are their spirits dancing in the wind.
Touched by these Heavenly beams,
(my pen inspired and my mind empowered
with exhibitions of fairness)
they behold glory
you are not perceptive of.
They are the décor of my heart
and a trail of sweet verses
that lead to my soul.
