in a woman's eyes

What's in a woman’s eyes?
It calls and you obey
it might be harsh
without complain
it stops the hurry
the busy goes on break
and will wish it were the whole day.

It shines in her eyes like Venus
which begins the day
which draws it to a close.
It is captivating like the glue
the nectar which makes the insects stay;
the invisible chain that
Only words can lock and unlock.

Sounds sweet soothing so serene

like music in the ears it entertains,
like the humming of bees from afar
heard with the ears of a deer
On guard against a predator.
What is in a woman’s eyes?

It speaks to me
as I look at her
and will always want to hear her reply.

Dazed not by the rays that touched my being

oh cover my eyes its open bare banks

They must lose not their moisture

when all go and afar she is

when all go even with their green memories

which in a watch leaves none standing.

Will the bile of this gall sprinkle?

What is in a woman’s eye

that permeates the heart

and causes it to bleed when her shadow parts

even by the hands which aided her once to live

What is in a woman’s eye

which makes me feel

cut and uprooted

right from the source

left naked to a viewing sky

What's in her eyes

blown asunder

aimlessly scattered

hot bare earth

scorched dry their greens

will spring on its feet

when she rains again

You I see fly

your coloured dangling I see

Them I reminisce

their gentle touches

as they silently stray

into restricted portions

Oh what I see in your eyes

Before I bid you come

and embrace that warmth

I part with part of my whole

while I allow your settling dust

and now all I have

I see it fly

Through your eyes

not coming back I know

I see it fly

toil and gloom the years earned

What I see fly

only a minute slumber

Through your eyes I see it fly

all gone now with your flight

Only the heart where it once remained

What is in your eyes

Oh women, what wondrous work!
If our cherished women will only
know what is in
their eyes.