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