I always wonder why it is we select a certain pause,
a step away from the carousel
to recognize the peace in another’s eyes.
Caught in the madness,
that self-righteous monster,
reeking of certain guilt, shame, callous
indifference if only to know the
other side before that
market has opened their shutters for business.
We are a riotous lot
who conclusion stirs
long before the beauty of time allows grace
the upper hand.
So often it is late in the game,
when man in incessant pity
does come to terms with love
to know the sweet tears that exist
inside the soul of her gift.
She is that gift as evidenced in her eyes.