run away
on green legs
on fresh toes and feet,
beat the setting sun,
what fun our
memoried youth,
loved by the aged
heart and mind,
i cannot find
the promise of
that tomorrow
without sorrow or
reflection on an end,
no friend or lover
has a double vision
the collision of an open
eye or heart,
how far these legs
have run!
only to walk
and slow,
too soon it’s
time to go
Sky in Your Eyes 