Stormy, Your Eyes…

stormy, your eyes
staring out into the distance
only accepting what is acceptable

like a gate into your heart
they prance the gardens of this earth
smelling flowers and parousing supermarkets

stormy, your eyes
looking at me across the pillow
telling me of your deeds and your adventures
always gentle, always free

like a bird escaping from a tree in the evening
just as the yellow light begins to flurry away into moonbeams

stormy. your eyes
exciteable and incandescant
radiating smiles and laughter

like water cascading through dark rocks
slowly, secretly flooding the deepest caverns of my already overwhelmed heart


For Heather.