Treasure Island

Roann Mendriq


Skylights To His Soul


Green hazel lights gilt rimmed with gold,
that sparkle like the morning sun;
That splash with fountains uncontrolled,
that brim in joyous childlike fun.

When he is dismal, they grow dark,
with shadows hiding unknown fears;
Not one glimmer, nor one spark,
A signal that heralds the tears.

And when he's angry, they flash fire,
embers gleam and burst aflame,
into a blaze that bristles higher,
until he can his temper claim.

All the time, they mesmerise,
I gaze in wonder in my child's eyes.
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Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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