Eyes - A Poem to my wife Regina

It has been said that eyes are windows to the soul.
Eyes like yours are beautiful stained glass windows
to the cathedral that is your soul.

The story of our love is played out along that
stained glass pane that compliments your visage.
It is the story of love, happiness, sorrow and triumph.

The cathedral of your soul is home to the breath of heaven.

You held God and the Angels breathless when you were born.

Our story hangs upon the lips of everyone whom has ever
fallen in love at one time or another.

It is the tune everyone hears when they walk home from
their first date with their true love destiny.

It is the first smell of summer jasmine during the lovers
midnight stroll.

Never Winter

The Chill falls,
branches rustle in the wind.
Crunching beneath my feet the leaves lie.
It's almost Winter and time for everything to die.

The living run for their homes,
wings flap, paws patter, chimneys lit afire.
Sunlight wanes giving in to darkness, we all pause to consider regret.
The end is near, the cycle of death celebrates, recruiting us all in secret.

In this time of need,
our hour of greatest despair.
We look to the north and see comfort there.

For all of our failings, in all of its subtleties,
we let pass our weakness and welcomed our demons.
The summer sun let us forget, while the fruits of the fall made us grow fat.
We laughed while we aged and slowly watched our life lines grow flat.

In the darkness while everything dies,
nothing to see in the great empty, we question our eyes.
Yet we gaze to the north with longing despair,
the blackness is pierced by a glow in the skies.

We remember he came.
We remember the hope.
We can re-enter a year and try to recycle our hurts and play our own parts,
We feel courage now and know that with him, it's never winter in our hearts.