She told me that he came from faraway,
Somewhere that I have never been,
Where the sea meets sea,
And the mountain meets Heaven's white flames.
His youthful days,
Was surely filled with racing hearts,
Though Tall and slender,
Now he stands,
Wisdom be the image that the mirror sees.
He stroked my hair,
In a gentle heartfelt way,
As if to say,
I am of him.
Even between the rubble he found comfort,
But from whence he came,
On pure white linin was where he lay.
They say he searched,
Both far and wide,
Just to find his lost,
Pure veronica pearl.
She had walked beyond her lines,
With Innocence clear upon her skin,
Her smile that be,
A father's lifelong memory.
The stripes upon his shoulders,
Revealed to him the way,
Like an eagle he flew that day,
A diamond beneath the cold dark soil,
There is where he found her lay.
And there is where he stayed,
They say,
Until the heavens were parted,
His footprints were never seen again.
On the bed it lays,
The cowboys' joy,
Brown and worn,
When he still took of his crown,
Like a gentlemen should,
His footsteps may not be,
But I still see him there,
Through the eye of my mother's heart.
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Through My Eyes
PoetryIf there is one thing that I have learnt that has changed my outlook on life, is that every one of us has a story to tell, my poetry reveals the power of words that are hidden in the hearts of people, You are the poet in my eyes, you allow me to vis...
