Author's Note: This poem was written by my mother years ago but I thought it was really pretty...Let me know what you think, if you want to read it...

Her Rays Beam Just The Same

In her eyes a light shines

The brightness of many a day

In her eyes the sun goes down

Her rays beam just the same

Wonder lies around her while mystery fills the air

Smoke filled rooms and silent moons

Excitement fills the air

But no one knows the wonder as her beauty lies in the clouds

In her eyes the sun goes down

Her rays beam just the same

But the rays of the sun are faded while emptiness leaves a scar

And the smoke filled rooms with the silent moons

Let people know she's there

In her eyes it's apparent the beauty of the spheres

In her eyes the wind blows

Electricity in the air

She won't give credit to herself when she knows that credit is due

But in the smoke filled rooms watching silent moons

The people know she's there

In times of the deepest sorrow they run to her side and cry

In her eyes they find comfort

Sensitivity of her mind

Her name is not important nor who she is to me

But in her eyes the sun goes down

Her rays beam just the same

She has so much to offer but now she's withered away

They try to learn the wonder

Sensitivity of her mind

But not one will learn the wisdom

Not one will learn her pain

Not one will share her sunrise

Now her rays beams just the same