So many times, instances
the words seemed right
for the moment,
the listener
a hurting heart would
suddenly find a smile
again, there would be that smile,
that’s what we would hang onto
for inside the memory
of a hurtful mind
is still a nostalgic recall
of one time,
one beautiful glorious sunshine driven morning,
when eyes did light up
without effort,
they were just there waiting
for mine to open,
and you were always there,
waiting,
I could count on closing mine,
testing you,
and yes,
your eyes were there waiting
always for me to find some soft shelter
in your love
But then the stars,
the metaphor for your eyes,
faded inside the clouds
and the moon we both could see
could no longer
hold resonate
its purpose
for guiding our soul,
the only option remained
to let memory
stand in vigil with
candles of love.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 