Magic Eyes
Her magic eyes waved a magic wand
as they reached deep down into
my inner soul.
Everything that was
under her spell left me bewitched
as they felt their presence;
my eyes, my heart, my spine, my groin,
and my mind that cleared away the rubble
that accumulated through the ages
and became a source of light and clarity.
Her magic spread its beacons into the
dark callous cellars that came to life
as she appeared before me.
I could feel the churning as if it were
an engine that drove me to new thoughts.
I could feel the pistons pounding
against my heart while driving me
along new avenues to new heights
that I read about from the poets.
My inferior me became a man of worth.
I lifted my head up into the
new air above me.
My pride dressed me up in the finest attire.
My diction became clear and precise.
I could think of the finest words to
write down and feel them in my soul.
I became a poet without any academic schooling.
Lori was my teacher without saying one word.
She taught me about myself with her eyes only.
Lori was a beautiful girl from the days of my youth that I fell madly in love with. Even after she left me, I couldn't get her off my mind. But I finally did after a while.
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