The Eyes

( This poem was written by a dear friend - my dear friend is now buried deep somewhere - I don't care much about the body, but the spirit - I worry if that would have rotten too - the cruelty of deadly viruses - known or unknown, recognized or unrecognized, identified or unidentified, owned or disowned, immune or vulnerable  - may the afterlife does not disappoint him - bless his soul! Here is my tribute to one and all of the CoVid victims! )


Those were not eyes
But unfathomable
Oceans
Of sadness
Still, dark, deep
Brimming over…

Those were not eyes
But the breaking
Of a Soul,
Grieving
Over the pieces
Of a broken heart…

Those were not eyes
But the flowering
Of Love
Awaiting
The moist breath
Of endless yearning…

Those were eyes
Of hope
And despair

Those were eyes
Of fullness
And emptiness

Those were eyes
Of light
And darkness

Those were eyes
Of passion
And consummation

Those were eyes
That held a
Mirror
To my Soul…

Those were eyes
That opened
Mine

Those were eyes

That's now 

Shut forever