Thursday, August 21, 2008

my eyes

my eyes are twenty i look at the man

does he see me? i do all that i can

my eyes are thirty and still feeling wild

i am an adult but am inside a child

my eyes are forty and clouded a bit

he still looks young, perhaps a good fit

my eyes are fifty, twenty looks like a boy

emotionally thrifty but perhaps someones joy

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.