Monday, December 25, 2006

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Where are the tears?
It's now the longer part of months - they're two to be exact
I thought the rivers would turn on by now
but they have yet to come
It was October eighth when last I peered
Into those awesome eyes that clouded everything in sight when they awoke
Yet on that mortal day, clouded they were - not able to look back
I searched in vain, and when I didn't feel their warm embrace,
I wept holding her tight while she lay motionless in bed
But then I felt the knowing back into her eyes
Those eyes that I looked into when stories they would tell
more colorful than any words could draw
Abruptly I stopped my weeping my sadness to withhold of the approaching doom
And never could I beckon tears again,
Never to come, stay out -
Those lovely eyes
Don't want to know I'm sad.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

here is Seniorita Maria Elena strutting her stuff, enjoy