Face

It's in the eyes
of course there's no deceit
In the fact that the sun shines beneath internal smiles
and the twinkling of hope
glitters from the beauty kept inside
Pure and untainted
Never to speak untruths
Only mirror the perfection
Like glass under a blue sky

Lids closing softly
never to hide the intensity of soul
but to bask in the ambience
lightly falling into love
gently binding into blood
and streams of thought
which meld as one
from the darkest days
the bird sings freely
a song of hope