I trust my eyes as much

as I trust my soul

and I will trust my soul

until the end; I will trust

it, for whilst it may lead

me astray from time to time,

it will not do it with malice

or feverish gold digging intent.

 

My eyes may be failing,

however I see the feminine in you,

the beauty of compassion,

of searching for the answer

in a realm which once you despised

and acted the Tomboy

for the boys to admire,

I loved you for that.

 

My heart never forgot you,

the spirit of the eternal age,

my soul may have wavered

but the eyes, the eyes never

forgot that cheeky smile

that now resides in a face

familiar but tempered by ageless distance;

I trust my soul and my eyes to stay focused.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016