Her Emerald Eyes

Her Emerald Eyes


Time stopped for me once a long time ago
when I looked into emerald eyes.
Dreams and reality counted as one
having me look past the beauty in all the disguise.

Now I watch love and life as if from an ancient tower,
the people mingling about as if a colony of ants.
Sometimes I want to climb down among them
but I am not fluent in their language,
not accustomed to their dance.

I meditate on this on a daily basis.
I ask of my guide to provide answers in a dream.
Sometimes one comes in the flight of an eagle.
Other times I awaken myself in a scream.

But the time does not stop anymore as it did.
Eyes are now black, more often I shy away
to a place I only know of from a distant dream
where the sun and the moon come together to pray.

Her emerald eyes led me past all of the beauty
to see what was really there, finally having me learn.
There are no more complications, no mysteries,
having tea with the Hatter I know how to discern.

Arms now wrap around me, arms of a vapor,
pulling me into them, feeling cold yet still warm
and I lift my head to a lightning sky,
eyes once again black to prepare for the storm.


--msl2022