Strikingly blue, electric, hard wired
into ladder patterns- genetics
the eyes of the mother, her father, his father
falling backward through all of time
Bright and reflecting
and ever connecting
to all the passers by.
All these eyes have seen
dissolve in a stream
when my loves move on to the sky.
But my feet keep on trooping
and the eyes, they keep looking
around for all of my life
I take coal to ring them,
And cloth that will bring them
Defined shape and color and size.
They are first to see her and last to leave her
while I look as she walks away.
A leak they may spring
at this sight, this bad dream
These eyes,they just can't seem to stray
Red this saddens will make them
but the light won't quite leave and
i don't fear-these eyes will meet Hers one day