eyes of my muse

 we gaze communicate

when other things are not 
enough to convey the depth
of what is felt
you see looking into 
those brown beauties
leads me on a journey
that carries me to the deepest
recesses of your soul
where peace and tranquillity are stored
once there i sit beside and then sip
from the Ancestors Well of Love
their healing libations ladled 
lovingly all throughout you
yes my him as I (smile) and stare
guide me with your godly gaze