Hey. . .you kids like poetry??

Here's a poem I wrote back in 1993. It’s the only one I've written and I'm not too inclined to write another . . . however, as always, I am keen to share it. It is primarily about:

Her Eyes

Stained glass etched in frost

Or green leaves turning gold

I always get hopelessly lost

In a gaze that never grows old

Reflecting a starry night

Emitting intelligence, oh so bright

Expressing passion or pain

Smiling while walking in the rain

Flashing in recognition

Sparkling with comprehension

Pine needles sprinkled with frost

Or emeralds set in gold

I hope to forever get lost

In a gaze that never grows old