Photo by Elizabeth Bailey, gr.9
| A mystifying creature, Eyes, Brown like no word can describe, Pools of emptiness, amid hedges of lashes. The portals to the soul, Shrouded by a fog so thick, no one can reach inside. What is he like? I cannot say. Different from all the rest? To me he is Andrew. A child, a soul A smile that melts our hearts away. Little hands grab at bits of reality, dragging them back to his world. |
The eyes, questioning something he cannot ask. He looks at you or so you think. But you are not sure. He lives alone In a shadowy place where Cats have bommyknockers. In a place we cannot visit. He has gone away again. But not for long. I can see it in his eyes. He will be back again. To visit. Claire Coyne, gr. 9 |