Saturday, September 19, 2009

Dylan's Eyes

Oh,
what deep thoughts
are sheltered
there.
Such exquisite beauty.
I see my mother
in them
on certain days.
I see strength and wisdom
beyond
your age.
Somehow the love you have
for your brother
melts them
whenever you bend down
and kiss him
awake.
They are as clear
as a sun-dappled river
on an early
Spring
day.
They sometimes stare
at me
in private
contemplation.
They are the reflection of
your soul
and I plumb their depths
as I listen to their
conversation.

1 comment:

Betty said...

Those eyes really are striking! I love brown eyes!