His poignant sad brown eyes, of claret drinking dreams,

Slowly sobbing sonnets, to silent sunlit seams,

And softly in the dark, his eyes of copper sight,

See not the life he’d led, if his time had come in light.

For he sees not the brother, the brother he’d held dear,

Instead grey gravestones growing, prolong his long held fear.

A life of lonely laughing, loving looks not his to share,

Parents who would break him, hate him without care.

And so he grew to manhood, with eyes of claret dreams,

Believing still no sunlight, could lend him hopeful gleams.

But softly in the dark, his copper eyes in night,

Heard pretty peaceful footfalls, caressing him in light.

And he looked toward the east, toward the glow of time,

And watching, ever watching, he looked and found a sign.

A woman soft of skin, with eyes of wishful skies,

She with copper hair, whose beauty lit his eyes,

And in her he found a peace, of which he’d never knew,

And in her he placed a trust, a deed he’d never rue.

For laughter long now loved him, and looks, not lonely, shared,

A dream he’d held at heart, now with his soul was paired.

She’d come to call caresses, and slowly slip in seams,

In seams and paths unbroken, to dwell at peace in dreams.

And now his loving eyes so laced, in dancing day lit sight,

Can slowly sing their sonnets, in starry stormy nights.

For even when in dark, where greying gravestones swell,

He now holds fresh a beacon, where love and hope do dwell.