Sunday, April 12, 2009

Behind The Eyes

To be forgiven in those eyes
the patterned tree bark of the woods
to be known and lost and turned back home
as the rains washes clean of the leaves
the shared foolishness of lovers whose
faith was too little and doubt too much,
misguided by misplaced trust in misdirection
that those eyes would hold friendship
extensions of conversations in their depths
the confusion born of clarification unexpected

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