simple verse from a simple man


I complimented your brown eyes, 

You told me they were blue - 

Then registered the hurt you felt, 

And looked at me anew. 

Turning points along life's path 

Arrive without a clue; 

Relationships in open skies 

Veer into the blue. 

When drinking from your loving cup 

And moments from you stole, 

I guess I never saw your eyes, 

Just through them to your soul. 

The currency of lover's trade, 

The language it misspends; 

In moments of unraveling, 

Beginnings turn to ends.