Sunday, June 07, 2009

Poetry Sunday ~ His Eyes

His Eyes
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For you Steven!

He saw the setting sun at one time
gazed at the orb as if it was his last time.
With each passing day the sun set lower
and lower still until he could see it no more.

The moon rose and he saw it making shadows
with the branches of the trees waving in the wind;
every night the shades got dimmer and dimmer
he soon realized, the moon was the sun.

His eyes saw the breath of light dancing playfully.
A time came when the silhouette disappeared
he saw nothing. The beauty of the flower
gone, taken away in a span of time.

Torn from his view was everything we cherish
in the world. We see and can behold the sun
the moon,the afterglow, ripples on water.
In his eyes, he imagines that it exist and at some
point he realizes it does, just not in his eyes.
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Raven said...


Very sad, but lifting too. Though we often wish to see beyond the veil, it not our purpose here. So we work and pray and miss those who have journeyed ahead of us, always knowing that one day we will take that journey too.

I am sorry for the loss of your dear friend. She has gone ahead, to the place that provides rest and unconditional love.


joni said...

Thanks Raven,
I'm still a little frazzled by it, but I do know she is in a better place and not suffering any longer.

Gotta get back to blogging!

Joni :-)