The old and gray mists
Of an evening drive –
The road, the ruts,
The rain.

Eyes that look
Around bends.

Rising before dawn and
Riding great lifts up
Swiss slopes. Frozen
Ice clinging to cliffs –
Dark blue. A bruise.

Eyes that flinch
From bright light.

A drive and a stop –
A view down a valley –
Distant, long gone

Eyes that think
Of sweet smells…

7 thoughts on “Once…

  1. malia craig page October 19, 2015 / 3:14 pm

    a good expression won’t evoke loss,
    well done,


  2. humbird October 19, 2015 / 3:51 pm

    This is good if we have time to look inside someone’s eyes….like the adventure in ‘Once’


  3. magicalmysticalteacher October 19, 2015 / 7:58 pm

    “eyes that think of sweet smells”

    I like this image, I really do!


  4. Sanaa Rizvi October 19, 2015 / 10:39 pm

    Deep! Loved the rhythm and flow of this piece.. specially eyes that think of sweet smells …Lost.

    Beautifully penned!


  5. glmeisner October 20, 2015 / 5:42 pm

    Here you have created the moment before tears mist the eyes.


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