Beautiful Eyes..

"Your beautiful eyes"- They are as lovely as the dew,
On the violet's bloom when the morning is new.
And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun,
Over the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run;
As the morn shirts the mists and the clouds from the skies,
So I stand in the dawn of your beautiful eyes.

And your beautiful eyes are as mid-day to me,
When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee,
And the throat of the thrush is a pulse in the heat,
And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet
And delirious breaths of the air's lullabies;
So I swoon in the noon of your beautiful eyes.

Oh your beautiful eyes! They have smitten mine own.
As a glory glanced down from the glare of thousand thrones;
And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar
Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical star,
And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise;
So I grope through the night of your beautiful eyes. 

Trust

I trust the night
I trust the stars that shine
I trust the moon
I know its love is divine
I trust the wind
I trust its winding ways
I trust the sky
I know it separates days
I trust the dawn
I trust its rising light
I trust the sun
I trust its blinding sight
I trust the coulds
I trust their crimson waves  
I trust the birds
I trust the way they behave  
I trust in you
I trust the way you're loving me
I trust its reality
I trust its just you, saving me v

Smoker

I billowed calmly as a cloud
Upon a course for acid rain, 
When in the fog of smoking crowd, 
My lungs collapsed in searing pain.

Full of soot and black with tar, 
I coughed in vain for chest to clear; 
At least my lungs had got this far 
Despite my years of toxic air.

But Smokers’ Lounge was home to me, 
Where fellow addicts puff with joy: 
Our pipes in hand, all friends are we, 
Let’s fine cigars now share, my boy! ’

So gasp away ! my motto cries, 
And light another cigarette
Before a further smoker dies, 
Which happens often – you can bet! ’