Smiling Eyes
Oh, shall I see her smile again at me?
She whose eyes sparkle like the starry
sky?
Of all things on earth it is this I’d
see,
Though offered sun-kissed views that
eagles spy.
I’d gladly turn away the wealth of kings,
And eminence I would with scorn deride
If some god would grant my meagre words
wings
And give me one more minute by her side.
By what magic might I complete my task,
And so attain this most glorious prize?
Would hiding my oddness with polished
mask
Grant the precious gaze of her smiling
eyes?
Eyes transfixed by thoughts of such
blessed sights
Refuse to close and grant me sleep-filled
nights.
But when I do succumb to sleep
I grin in wonder, overjoyed.
I see a vision floating there
With joyous face and smiling eyes.
All nourished by those shining orbs
Of sweet, translucent purity
This fitful sleep I sought so hard
Invigorates my weary limbs,
Electrifies my clouded mind
And sends me springing from my bed.
The energy within that sight,
I sought to keep upon a page
So when my spirit feels like lead
I might return and see her gaze,
And by the things I find therein
Rejuvenate my weighted soul,
And make the world seem good again.
One hopes you're well,
Yrs,
ADWoodward
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