My Eyes

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My Eyes

My Eyes

 

Sun set with the coming of Twilight

Giving way to the Night,

(I) Open My Eyes –

Amidst the cries of wants and greed’s

Not given away to the need

I lay back, awareness intact

Blood coursing through My veins

Feeling the softness of the sheets –

The calmness

Each time My heart gives forth a beat

Know that in Simplicity is Truth

Lest misplaced during the innocence of your youth.

In my hopes – I reason

(I)Close My Eyes -

Not to hide from what I see

The period in which I sleep

Experience the sound of silence

Know this and there is Peace.

 

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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