Heart in his eyes
if eyes were ever risen,
soul revealed
if eyes could be appraised,
downcast, though,
in sadness,
spirit hidden,
soft voice,
harsh life,
dimmed window
of his days.
Tag: windows
Letting Light In
Brick by brick we built the walled protection,
Apertures, slit-crossed, for more defence,
Moated lakes surrounding valued castles
Or maybe simple whited picket fence.
Bit by bit we fenestrated wider,
Casements swinging freely to the air,
Still the walls enclosed, obscuring vision,
Justified, of course, for need of lair.
One day, perhaps, when bastions are French-glazed,
Doors that open wide, encircling, global round,
Maybe then the arrows will be quiver’d,
Eureka moment, Archimedes proud.
Mistaken
I saw you today.
We passed on our ways.
Face and figure so familiar.
Eyes held
above steering
through glass.
I looked away,
ashamed
to have revealed
my heart to a stranger.
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