We May Meet Again

Beneath long lashes, misty clad,
      your limpid eyes are sometimes sad;
            they bring to mind a homeless waif
                  engulfed in rain with nowhere safe

Most times I find a cheerful light
      within your eyes that sparkles bright,
            and though my thoughts I try to hide
                  my happiness wells up inside

At dawn I see your eyes aglow
      like founts through which your passions flow;
            and when I’m low they always loom
                  like morning glories through the gloom 

Your smile ashine beneath my gaze
      effulgent eyes beam all ablaze:
            a look, a touch, a kiss I yearn,
                  you slowly make my body burn

While at your side and in a heap
      I scanned your eyes, half closed, asleep,
            and as you slept with pillow clutched,
                  your eyelids with my lips I touched

And if you’ve ever wondered why
      I try to search within each eye,
            though past is past, your eyes remind
                  of bygone times when love was kind

Yet, though your eyes still cast a spell
      they seem to bid a fond farewell,
            reflecting but a fading storm
                  although I know your thoughts are warm

But now our paths will part, alas,
      for good things always come to pass;
            perhaps it lies within God’s ken
                  that someday we may meet again