Wednesday, 8 December 2010

Through A Poets Eyes

Through these eyes

So much I see

And in these eyes

My words run free

I can see you there

Reading what is here

Reading with so much care

In your heart so dear

In these eyes I look

Through Sun and rain

Write it in a book

The smiles and pain

What poet am I?

If I have no feeling

My words would be a lie

It would be like stealing

I have seen joy and misery

I have lived through it all

You make my life less empty

My friend, I heed your call

copyright Chris Smith 2007

1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful poem, Chris. :)