Red blazoned eyes, soaked in emotion,
by Robert L. Bixler III
Face reflective waves of one’s history.
As stumbled, sleepy haze motion
Brings unconscious eyes to dark reality,
Thusly does the awoken realize
All that has past the resting eyes.
Warm, sunny day’s full excite
Turns to cold, darkened night
As what was once so cherished,
And held heart fully dear,
Is found completely perished,
At all distance but near.
Healing waters begin to flow.
These memories must now go,
As cold, numbing natural potion
Is splashed with a banishing notion.
To rise, and forget all, in mirrored glance,
Or should eyes never close to hap chance?