Your Eyes Poem by james watkin
Your Eyes
For what of them, vacant
As vague have showed
Your eyes are telling much; and
With full vigour!
Seas, storms; all that's crashed
Through them, sorrowed.
Unebbingly; and in an
Exhaustless hour.
Would they, with a shimmer
Of dreaminess
Be enlivened instead! And
Awake to dreams!
Hopes in me will spur this!
Untroubled, be told
Of what tropic joy-runs in
Cheek's cascading streams.
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8/15/2025 12:01:01 PM # 1.0.0
Beautifulmy articulated. Kingsley Egbukole
Thanks again Kingsley