Your eyes calmly gazing into mine.. Searching my soul.. There's nothing to find.. Looking for a feeling. An emotion I hide.. These blue eyes.. Soft in this room.. Quietly crying.. hoping no one will see.. Bottled up passion you release to me.. You look to these eyes for a secret each day.. Ponder all night.. In whose arms I may lay.. Through this night.. they seem to haunt.. Yet still they emit desire and want.. When all is over.. All passion through.. These eyes may not seem as they do.. For when we wake with the morning light.. These eyes turn to darkness.. ..as does vanquish the night.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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These eyes turn to darkness as does vanquish the night. Great paradox, sums and neatly ties the poem up..
Love this, actually a sad but very sensual piece. I always believed that one could see all through another's eyes.