Treasure Island

Honey Bee


Home In Your Eyes


Slate grey eyes filled with searching
A quiet and unhappy soul buried alive
Would it ever rise?
Now all seeing and all living
Wondering in disbelief

Slate grey now gone, light filtering in
My gaze upon your eyes leads to your heart
Through your heart, I have found mine
And I have come to meet your soul in love and art

My gaze still lingers
Pausing a while on your lips
Your head slanted with care, no longer in wonderment
Now do you believe?
I see home in your eyes

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
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