October Eyes
of Vanessa Linden

avocados, full, ripe

must express appreciation
for pretty eyes

lit like no jewelry can be
brief available reward

full of emotions after a death,
a cousin, a loved one

she had been crying, sad,
heavy-hearted, downcast

day, rainy, grey, freshly washed,
sun shine in, shine through

how true eyes are
light enters me too

dark corner of the world,
thirsty for divine

see her, able to see through ink,
able to think

what is kept hid
a moment reveals

such eyes, like insects
alight upon my soul’s petals

cup petals make
long for visitation

cold eyes can, in an instant,
warm, welcome


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:30 p.m. 16.10.08