eye: hi, sky
sky: bye, eye


hit with the sun.

I don't think words are quite able to capture the beauty my eyes see, every time I look at you.

She was so scary
So calm
She had the night under her eyes
She was so hidden that she could laugh in the middle of a panic attack

Why do my eyes want to see you?
When there are there are constellations and mountains and sunsets to look at
Yet my eyes are not satisfied until they find you
With your tired eyes that shut slowly behind the steam from your coffee mug
While the flowers are blooming and valleys are forming and cherry blossom petals are fluttering to the ground
I'm gazing over at you
My back turned to any other sight that could be more fulfilling
What more is there to see after I've spent hours facing you?
Why do my eyes tear when they can't find your face?
I have already found every freckle on your cheeks
Smile and make them dance for me
Let those hidden creases below your cheek bones bend and breath when you let your laugh out
Throw your head back and let those curls take flight
Just be you doing what humans do
Reacting to things as a human being should
As I'm reminded that most things are more worth seeing
Than a basic normal average human being
My eyes widen and whisper to me
"This is the show we came to see"

<>for Sally<>

the heavens that guard your garden voyages,
the moonlight that illuminates the foliage,
your global family, and your recipes, are all in on it

rotating guardianship of souls that need overseeing,
for we don’t need, we desire,
that the world be fulsome

your
presence
is
our present
to ourselves,
fulsome and rich,
making our gardens more verdant

then again,
perhaps you are correct,
we do not need all our eyes upon you
but selfishness sometimes, is a fine thing...

Fear is real
Fear the fear to understand feelings
Feelings that happen when life happens
Life is not easy when it comes your way
It is filled with unplanned circumstances
Fear it to learn and understand
Look it in the eye and take it on
Take it on with that same fear...
Fear or not to fear
Is that the question?

Brian Hill - 2019 # 217

A treat for every eye
a potion for every cup
a room for everyone.
One day the sun
will drop into a lap on earth.
It looked red, red
the first day it shone
is still the same red rose!