EYES-a recent poem by Jeff Hartzer

EYES

Your eyes:

circular visions of blue on blue.

Blue windows envisioning

flashing nights on the train.

Sadness in sheets of falling rain,

waterfalls of mirrored moons; 

and ocean vistas

stars on the water.

Your eyes

are alive in my dreams where

I see through my own eyes;

and I remain alive and well.

I am a camera lens, dreamscape clear.

And now,

your eyes are on fire 

With icey streams of clear water melting,

splashing those Atlantic Ocean 

shores of child hood. 

Where always your eyes 

bore pain, suffering, and a derision so pure 

I could barely breathe 

when they shone 

down on me from your ivory-faced madness.

Now, your eyes are cool iris blue 

spiraling through evening twilights

twinkling like morning stars on water;

Reflecting upwards,

your eyes

are on me 

and they burn with blue flame and wind and rain.

Your eyes speak truth

Your eyes are on me

And before you

my eyes fly fast

straight into night

straight into black;

straight into you.

They are striking sparks 

so blue

so blue;

blue blue windows:

your eyes.

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