Thursday, April 14, 2011

BEYOND HER BLUE EYES....

He strolled down unobstrusively

with a gesture of isolation

The pious Sylph of his soul

displayed her momentary discretion.


The flamboyant horizon narrowed

and in the blink of an eye,

They flashed across his mind

he could neither retort nor cry........


Something in her noinchalant eyes

made him freeze at the mosque door,

She hauled them away in haste,

her treacherous veil soon hiding them to the core.


His genial soul vanished since

leaving him to a motive so meek;

Awed was he to discover tears

Every dawn, residing on his cheek.......


She knew he would come

but he never trusted his life

Drugs were his sole family,

his friend....one who lessened his strife.


Still her belief was strong,

though his love more firm....

LOVE--- NOT OF A LOVER, BUT AN ADDICT,

tunes of isolation whose heart would strum.....


Hours passed, and so did years,

her faith never faded, nor his passion strong.

Her eyes still haunted him deep

though he knew he couldn't love....IT WAS WRONG!


HE MET HER AGAIN----at the mosque door yet,

his solitary heart skipped a beat....

The white shroud of serenity they drew

over her eyes, which his own could never meet.......


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