"When I look into your Eyes"

"When I Look into your Eyes"


I've seen the ends of the earth my love...
I've seen life begin,
and felt the tears fall at its demise.

...but when I look into your eyes,
I see more than the ocean and the shore...
I see my reflection,
never so clear...
as if a glimpse into eternity ,
I wonder how could I want you more?

These days grow shorter...
and the sun still casts a favorable shadow
against the purple hills and these dry desert towns...
as if a living picture frame,
sharing its beauty with posterity
and this fortunate bystander.

....but when I look in your eyes,
I see a soul that has lived in the light
Against  a backdrop of darkness.....
gathering what is gained, letting go of what is lost...
commuted is the life of empty smiles now,
longing for joy unsurpassed,
 a Love Divine.

I hear the whispers
of a woman who lends first and always....
I see in you the mysterious night skies....dark azure windows..
Your dance scattered across the horizons,
your dance so lovely....
So lovely.

...these things, and more I see when I look in your eyes.


Greg Sexton

Visions

"Visions"

Thunder Birds approach on the horizon...
just before the rain -
four-legged's tapping and banging on this old house
and its skeletal windowpanes...

rain dancing across the tin roof
barely touching the gutter,
the thunder growls,
and south winds howl...
earth, bones and walls begin to shudder.

The Owl perched above the loft sits frozen..
yet always keeping his even and steady scowl.

The Ancient Ones spoke of these harbingers...
These Thunder Birds,
and how they would foretell of the Storms to come,

They come now...
in my dreams...
in my Vision..
before the thunder clouds,
in a crash...
in a whisper.

The clear reflection in this still pool
mirrors my perceptions now...
as before...
but soon reflections obscured,
Choked by the red clay that swirls within its depths.

My friend, the dark bird...
lost in the ever turbulent streams above the clouds,
will soon find its roost...
...and the Grandfather will bring us the Holy Light,
born from the heart of the eastern mountains.

Gregory Sexton (O'Seasnain)