I like to see the eyes

June-days poem five.

  I like to see the eyes….

I don’t like when I can’t see the eyes. The eyes can tell you a thousand stories. They can warn you to escape or make a wish to stay and be able to  gaze into the gentle and loving eyes.

Sweet women, so necessary  to form a life. They can give you the chance to desire love, life and give you purpose
to be alive. When a women desire someone. She can look into your eyes. Take you to hell or heaven with a glance. Make you wish for everything or nothing.

I made a wish for the woman with the laughing eyes. Kind eyes that make you dream and hold hope. I want the girl who sing and dance in the rain. Who tell me. “Life is to be lived. Remember the good days and forget the bad. We are just women and men trying to know peace and love in the mist of chaos. “

I wanted everything once. I had everything and had nothing in my lifetime. Today I want peace and a good place to rest. Somewhere on the road of life. I learn the simple things we hold on tight to.

The smile of  child and the laughter of people we love. To be able to look into the eyes of a lover and see forever.

Maybe my greed had stole away all my kindness? The road got too twisted? I like to see the eyes. Maybe I can find hope and kindness again in them?

Maybe some sweet woman will pity me with a smile. Allow me to drown in her beautiful eyes and I can find laughter and joy once more.

                                  Coyote
                             1984/Rewritten in 2004

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.