People call me good or bad according to their needs.

When I See Your Eyes

When I see your eyes,
I want to be there,
where your window soul
stares back at me.
Touch me,
I will touch you back,
hands holding hands
captive in your arms,
captive in your heart,
and the years together
spread out before us,
stretching from our now,
until our forever.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

and with the first blossoms there came rain,
and it rained,
oh it rained endlessly long

In this poor hour of ease
Dark and cold
As soft as a prayer
A road unplanned
In the shadow of a dream
Comfort and oblivion
On which fate has smiled
Grant me to see and touch
Before the ruining waters fall
For the last sight of her face
The useless anguish of a kiss
Pondering on a rune of roses
Beyond the reach of time and chance
In the serenity of this place

Gypsy