Black eyes

When you come to me with those black eyes

You hide the meaning with your sweet smile.

You talk of the future with the green fields

But I sit pummeled by the power that you yield.

Twisted branches trees entwined

Never meant to be side by side

Sprouts of life choked with a vine

Awaits the gardener to divide.

Words are math to the market fool

You slip and slide between obscure and real

Then a reset for a calculated change

So I step into a world pre-arranged.

Twisted branches trees entwined

Never meant to be side by side

Sprouts injected with seeds of life

Awaits the gardener to make thrive.

The blackest of night falls on this eve

The smile is hidden from all to see

No talk of the future or green fields to be

Yes, the north wind chills the leaves of green.

Twisted branches trees entwined

Never meant to be side by side

Sprouts of life choked with a vine

Awaits the gardener to divide.

©  2014 Rose Riversongs  by Dave Schipper