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Celestial Eyes.

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A poem:


Have you ever felt like you’ve known someone before you know them?


A recognition, perhaps? A kindred knowing? A rendezvous within the eyes?


It’s like a sixth sense of sorts, a soul’s memory of encounters past.


I don’t know exactly how to describe it, and yet I do know.


It’s an impression, a bond born amongst the stars.


It’s a spark kindled by sight, a lunar awakening of two journeys entwined.


I know little of what’s been before, only that it has been.


And I know not of where it will take me now, if anywhere at all.


Yet, I revere the meeting.


It tickles me and frightens me amongst a veil of comfort, because I know those eyes.


I remember their celestial being.


I feel their healing ways, their softening of my heart and the awe of their brown awareness.


It’s like coming home.


Flying through a spotted sky, floating in a maze of yellow flowers.


And so, beyond the mask, beyond my wounded soul, I have but one golden aspiration, an eternal wish.


I hope wherever those eyes land in this time and space, if not before me, they land in a garden of serenity.





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Dated 13 December 2019

Written by Rochelle Smith

Image by Aperture Vintage on Unsplash



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