One
night was I was walking
I saw a pair of
eyes
Dark Orbs
suspended in life
timeless
And deep
Far looking deep
Flickering like a
candle
Speaking unknown words
Undecipherable of
meaning
It held
and kept
and locked
Me away
Transporting me far
to where I have always been
But near to where
I should have hope to ever be
It closed
turned to look elsewhere
I turned
and closed
to look somewhere
anywhere but the prison I'm
held to
By dark orbs
Speaking something captivating
yet I don't fully understand
--andoy, 22 August 1985
A novel abandoned. Reminiscing about UPLB, life and road trips, including old poems I wrote during the '80s. And newer materials, poems, pics, sites, sights and sounds.
Friday, December 31, 2004
There Was A Girl Whose Eyes I Saw
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