Her Blue Eyes Poem by Jan Jelenc

Painted black on the canvis
black as the eyes of the people whom I walk by
day and day
form dusk til dawn,
noon to twilight

Legs starting to give in..

heart slowly beating to the sound of steps below
my mind wondered like a pen on a poets page of agony and dispear

yet tears I do not show..


Slowly but surely, with every brush stroke the light is dimmed
yet hoplessly here I am
still looking for a sing
still looking
for those beautiful deep blue eyes