My suspect heart won’t let me rest
It thinks and thinks
And pokes and prods
When things are too good to be true.
A saving grace that sometimes
Is lightly begrudged.
Tag Archives: insight
For Your Eyes Only
For Your Eyes Only
But there isn’t much to see
For Your Eyes Only
what is not hidden remains to be seen
For Your Eyes Only
words that whisper louder than they should
For Your Eyes Only
empty spaces lie hungrily between the lines
waiting to be puzzled at
to be spied
For Your Eyes Only
whatever is not written
has been repressed
For Your Eyes Only
let them wander over e’re
let them wonder the air
heady with discovery
eyes wide with insight
or only a mind’s misfit thoughts
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