Envisioned Requiem

Envisioned Requiem

Two eyes make home

Below soiled brow

Behind chain-linked destiny.

A guess

To whom or what they stare

Would certainly be a

Guarantee of falsity.

For only the brain

That lay behind

Know the true

Destination of your eyes.

Two silent vagabonds

Linked in seek and search

Forced to roam a

Superficial earth by only

Their mortality.

But in a mourner’s mind-

Blackened and sorrowful-

A presence felt;

One of a watchful breed

As though the deceased looked

Down to you.

So the eyes live alive

In many a summer’s breeze,

And then upon death

Look down on loving memories.