Hollow Eyes
Eyes that look inward,
into the soul
Their hollow faces
show no emotion,
only their grim determination
The stone houses
of some ancient mold
The empty streets
greet not a soul,
but paint ominous clouds
They drift overhead
to cover the sun
The rain that falls,
is hot and fiery,
burns up their memory
Eyes of lost souls
now only ghosts
The ancient ones
painted upon our faces,
now drift so aimlessly
©Dale CJ Clark
Best wishes always
from
kay.
Reindeer
Regis
love and peace,
Eileen
Love Tinka