Day 979 - What Lies Beneath

Those little eyes of yours,
Dark and soft like the earth,
I could sit and stare for hours,
Watching the way they change beneath.

Sometimes I feel they're out of reach,
Running through a distant land,
My world spins and crashes down,
I'm left standing all alone.

There are days I see hints of pain,
Screams raging like wild fire winds,
Then I watch you rise from the ashes,
Setting a course towards better days.

When kindness settles in,
I see you running with your best friend,
Through flower fields and green,
Throwing all worries into the wind.

Oh the days of sweetness and joy,
They are the ones I treasure most,
I see dancing trains and paper planes,
All deep inside a brightly shine.

Those eyes, they are my picture screen,
Telling me when to hold on a little tight,
Showing me how to just be free,
Guiding me down a path which has no end.