wild eyes

Wild Eyes (for she who knows the truth inside)

Her soul fluttered in the rising wind

screamed in the roaring sun

sang in the silent meadow,

bit the juice from life’s desire

Their minds shrank

to the passing touch

of her floating veil

her beauty they missed

in the echo of her scream

Who does she think she is

Could she not be normal

while standing above her station

why do anything, but live to die

she listened to their hate

She cried inside

her tears turned the flame

to an ember

He saw in her all he was himself

he held her hand and she held his

he kissed her lips and then her mind

the fire raged

consumed them both in joy

She gave him all he ever needed

The touch of a flame to make him smile

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(c) Frank McGivney

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5 thoughts on “wild eyes”

    1. Hi thanks Liz ( big sis) I wrote it this evening before I went home from work. I was thinking about the small minded ways of people sometimes and how they can subvert the beauty of the true free spirits of the world and then how meeting the right person can raise the flames of a woman’s passion for life once more

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