With His Eyes

With his eyes
He loves her
His gift is fear
Unmindful sorrow
Remembrance of soul,
She, the bitter hero,
Dark and bound,
What seemed light to her
Was only the spiraling path
Downward, deeper
Kept apart, solitary being
Falling into destiny
Too many loves
Yet no love
But with his eyes
He loves her
And waits
Beneath

©  2002 J.L.Stanley
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