Icy Blue Eyes
Stroking velvet over firm mounds
Beautiful tan fabric stretched taut
Bathed in sunlight warm, moist
Coconut oiled hands slide easily
Gliding over glistening browned skin
Drawing hearts with a finger
Your flesh warms my hand
and you warm my heart
Sunrises and sunsets a photographers delight,
rearranged daily to satisfy an artists whims.
Fruity colors artfully stroked across the cosmos,
autographed by God.
Look closely at the skies for spectacular delights:
peach colored rainbows painted on pink skies,
a giant cross made of fluffy clouds, perhaps a
message just for you.
Blessings overlooked by those living hectic
lives, too involved to notice.
Take the time to look toward Heaven
appreciate the creations.
with sunlight dappled quilt.
Napping to the music of
gently rustling leaves.
Don’t wake till the snow falls…
jaw clenched tight, you can see the pain in her eyes.
Stereo blasts around her yet she is totally oblivious to its noise.
Watch her closely and see her eyes following her thoughts.
Expressions flash across her face as she relives chapters of her life.
This is how she whiles away her days, longing for bedtime.
Reliving vast segments, searching for answers, answers that elude her.
When did her life take this left turn, abandoning her here alone, grasping and clutching.
Reliving, rewriting and trying desperately to reinvent history.
Surrounded by family that can’t see her, don’t hear her, and won’t reach
out to take a grasping hand and pull her back.
Left to linger on the fringes of life, observing herself, feeling the pain,
unable to offer a hand….