Poetry

Sometimes just for a moment your eyes do catch mine
and I am lost in their depths.
Sometimes I see small bird tracks
from the times that you do laugh
and sometimes you do smile brightly
like the summer sun.
 
Sometimes your eyes are turbid
as if the season of winter
does continue forever sadly,
as if the night will never again past
 
and sometimes your eyes are full of hope
like a new spring that does arrive
and you do change me
to also notice the bright light
 
in everything that has been, that is
and that has still got to happen.