the rainy eyes

 

only nine...and the bare white walls
and beeping machines make a strange lullaby
when sleep is for healing, and healing comes like a dream
and the busy doorway
brings strange eyes with deep frowns
and the wonderful smile
of Mom and Dad, friends and their
Moms and Dads.
The things they found make them frown
the brain, and it brings the rainy eyes...
but when nine, storms pass quickly,
the frown cannot linger and
every chance to find a moment of joy- is like
her infectious smile in this antiseptic place; it is
simply...irresistible.

Quita...

the luxury of deep, dark eyes
never misspent as the world tilts in confusion,
and moments that stack in excess  come tumbling
into saner arrangements; they find marked time
as dark eyes combine with a spirit of inquiry
to test the day's knotty ties

I do not know why mocha brown
is skin so forgiving of bad light, crowds
and rushed brushes of acquaintance
but there is joy in tender beauty
even in the chance of passing glances
when dark eyes find...reasons to smile