
EmeraldMore Like This
Eyes of emerald,
they were once upon a time;
maybe they were hidden by hair of deep darkness
fondling his soft flesh.
He lived his years fast,
youth gone bad,
loved someone who now
carries his memory forever,
a motorcycle wrote the word
end
on his life.
His green eyes are forever without life,
closed,
gone.
I think my guardian angel,
remembering he loved someone
who now loves me,
took his emerald eyes and
made them his,
keeping them forever
as he rests
in peace
for eternity.