In her review of Storming Gentle Woman, Joyce Bowling wondered if I could analyze her eyes.
I don't know why asking me, I am not an expert just an ordinary poet or trying to be one, but, eyes tell me something, and I tell what they say to me, not like a fortuneteller, just what those eyes said, when I was listening.
But...I can't analyze them...

Dedicated to Ms. Joyce Bowling, may the children always have her in their hearts.



Analyze,
how can one analyze only those eyes
which are part of a much larger picture,
symmetry,
when our world is running in total chaos
is that kind of face one expect having such
sincerity,
that will appease all our fears, and comfort
our darkest hours when we are in utterly
misery,
those eyes tell you to see the woman there
the face, the smile, the peaceful pose, all
openly
for you to approach, feel there is a friend
inside of a friend that offers love, not
charity.

Analyze,
how can anybody do it, those eyes that saw
in so many children the crime of abuse and
injustice,
eyes that need to go to heal in the mountains,
God’s stone cathedrals no full of panaceas, just of
peace;
but the knowledge lies there, behind the light
that calmly burns for the pain of others souls in
captivity,
where no tender hand will stroke a head and
no one will tell them, with a whisper, of their
beauty;
it’s into those mesmerizing eyes you don’t want
to go inside, because you will see what they saw,
cruelty.

Analyze,
how can anyone see the eyes without the face?
with that serene stillness, like a kind of waiting
quality;
a orphan will see in her the mother he never had,
the infirm, a hand coming to alleviate those laying
sick;
friends in distress can count on understanding,
never a judgment in those eyes they will ever
see,
just a friendly face not showing what it endured,
tears will be shed in church, witness by God, in
privacy;
after traveling so many dusty roads sowed with pain,
maybe, I saw her eyes looking out there, for some
clemency.

But I can’t analyze it.