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    Soft Eyes
    by Scott Davey

    On broken glass his body lies
    A heartbeat hears the blackened skies
    His eyes go soft, yet still he holds
    The ground beneath, and then he…. folds

    When Stalin fell I took his hand
    When Churchill knelt I helped him stand
    When eyes go soft, as they all do
    I’ll be there with a hand for you

    Your right or wrong, what are these things?
    I only know what empires bring
    For every time the glory sounds
    Another soft eyes on the ground

    Sorry friend it took so long
    To find you weaved amongst the throng
    Dark on dark and only shapes
    I want not meet you in this place

    The tangled seeds of stars I pry
    I scape from ribs my fingers try
    I peel the twisted breath away
    Beaten bruised dreams on the fray

    I do not like, I cannot take,
    My heart ignites, in heat’s wake.
    Lungs burn bright, dark cuts my face
    Let us not meet in this place.

    Near tall green pines and regal shores
    A house stands strong with open doors
    On wooden floors and down-filled bed
    Memories fill his resting head

    With carefree clouds rolling by
    With the lovers hand, and children’s eye,
    The seeds of stars let go their clasp
    And float into my gentle grasp

    When eyes go soft as all eyes do
    This is, the place, where I, would like, to meet you.