His eyes

Deep reflections Wondering steps Mysterious pools of laughter Temptations doorway Miracles edge A sweet poem not yet heard Quiet serenity Clarity granted A lonely moment of contentment A blister of pain, quickly covered A small quake of passion A second of worry, a year of pain An endless questing for answers I see it allContinue reading “His eyes”


When the world is lost to me and I am all alone. That is when it’s tossed to me, that look of yours. It is not so much the look as it is the fact that you do it just in time every time without fail. How does one go about learning me so well?