Angel Eyes

One world I walked with practiced steps.
One world. One self. Once familiar.
My place known. My face shown to all.
Through shaded view of tainted sight
Time does pass. Day and night do cycle.
Endlessly turning the wheels that tighten.

Unknown to be. The other. The distant.
Cloaked in quiet discomfort of routine.
Simply sampling the days with moments
Rescued by words both familiar and not.
To rise. To fall. With a painted smile
But for one that makes it most true.

Granted respite arrived. Heaven sent.
The devil’s gaze broken and held fast.
Wrapped in wings of feathers dark
That fall to trace along that face.
So dark those orbs beaming brightly,
That reflect me in those angel eyes.


    1. Hmm…I never looked at it that way. I’ve been told by others about questing…maybe longing. Perhaps this is part of the same?

      Thank you, Susan. I truly appreciate the comments you provide me. I mean that. I really do.

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        1. True. Such words are often mirrors where we see our reflections, both good and bad sides. Sometimes we see things we don’t want to see, sometimes things we didn’t know are part of us, sometimes things we forgot we possess. Sometimes we see parts of ourselves in them. Narcissistic or not, I don’t know. Just human.

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