Eve’s Own Gladness As I stare I see new meaning in a stare It becomes a gaze that transforms me The deepest joy you bring alive One that horrors couldn’t taunt I mutter on the surface, darts Fly below where no devil dares trespass For it’s a place of beauty and sound Provocateurs of the soul’s espionage Into deep, deep throngs of mercy In its fortified meadow— Eve’s own gladness can see Through the eyes of madness; This intangible force of impossible desire Leonardo’s brush remains unworthy of And no eyes can detect These vibrations throughout my heart. Jan 27, 2022 2 Facebook Tweet Email
