Beautiful Eyes

You, 
with those eyes, 
deeper, 
deeper, 
than any ocean, 
I have ever, 
swam in. 

Drawing him in, 
to the season, 
of romance, 
growing close, 
to her attentions, 
blessed and bound, 
by a noticeable, 
determination. 

Shiny hair, 
framing your face, 
falling over and between, 
your shoulders, 
swaying when you walk, 
letting off a scent of flowers, 
waiting for them to catch those eyes, 
and the casual observer, 
to be reminded, 
of days of youth, 
that once flowed in veins, 
and the urge, 
to dance again, 
on that line, 
between certainty and doubt, 
with all those, 
days yet to come. 


T.S. Deary 
10/18/23