BROWN EYES.

An angel with a courteous smile
A helping hand a wanderlust
Making the river of pain disappear
Bringing good life to a heart so near.

A loving face gives forth a smile
That smacks of something more
And this but lonely injured party
Finds care in the personal maelstrom for you.

Ask not for names or quick replies
Share not the contempt within
Think a while on all the reserve
On the joy intertwined can bring.

Passing judgements before its time
Brings passing windows
Through which much is never seen.

This is a poem for what could be
Of what the eyes might have seen
All is not lost until its gone
So say no farewell for me.

Through dark bright eyes
I saw you stare, I hoped a hope might be
Two singles in endless parting
Never to touch except in duty.

Well, it has gone, in passing
Time has swallowed up our picture window
Like artists brush mistakes corrected
Forging our paths of separateness.

Just a fleeting glimpse a longing thought
Only caught in passing by interlude
Where are we now to make a stand
Too far to hear the cry.

And though the moment’s forever lost
Its kept within in permanence
Not gone the chance as once was love
But rests within the ever good we
Hold so dear.

GRUM