Eyes speak volumes from the heart.
Peer into my eyes. Hear my trembling voice.
Echoes of stories are spoken there.
Peruse our historic passages through the years,
captured in-sync and sometimes out of tune
to the ballad of my life with yours.
Heed these swollen eyes. Know my voice.
Recall our moments together and times not.
Search truths of life's love. My devotions sent.
And your deceptions of heart when we were apart.
Count the broken circles of our marked times spent.
Color my eyes blue. Hear the blues in my voice,
reminding you of me and you, me without you,
and you without me. For this we seem to be about.
Painted dreams streaming down my face
in rivers where I've often drowned; dare you doubt?
Consider my drowning. Swim to me with your voice.
Take my flailing arms and hold me to your chest.
Once again embrace me in this tormented season;
a tsunami to overcome. Warm our shivering bodies.
Whisper into my eyes any hope beyond all reason.
Look into my aging eyes and recognize my voice.
Reflect upon the years and remember your choice.
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