The Amber in her Eyes
My Lady, when futures dare to fade
And you look on the past to forget your sorrow;
When the wind takes your breath and the next tomorrow,
Think back on those tears in that trampled glade.
They fell from your orbs in a fall of grace
And gently covered the trembling leaves;
But some were caught and danced on the breeze
And some became mirrors for your beautiful face.
Your eyes were not emerald nor sapphire sad
But the colour of amber, coloured so deep
For sweet Mother Earth to accept your sleep
And sing through the glade of the good and the glad;
For when her diamond gaze shatters and dies
And the seasons of timid time cease to flow,
The memory of leaves in their minds will know
And tell the trees of amber, in your beautiful eyes.
