nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

A POETS EYES


Reflected still
In poets eyes
A broken heart
Dreams to sky
A deeper sigh
That still dwells
At the gates
The old church bells.

Spoken words
Others hidden
For no crime
Sat in a prison
Loves bitter turn
Its angry look
Scribbled verse
Without a book.

Sometimes still
After many years
It flexes muscle
Ridicules and hurts
A deeper sigh
Dreams to sky
A broken heart
In a poets eye.