Blackout Poetry Notes

Her Eyes

Her eyes were incandescence
and she glanced back
with a pure gaze
of love at me.

Look in silence
at the light
and drink in the ecstasy.

Some happy chance,
it turned out to be
when he approached me.

I promise to
love you
the way Billie Holiday
sings.

I hope you travel,
I beg you to
go to the light.

I live
to sing,
you know.

I kissed him,
suddenly a momentous joy
hit me.

Years lost - and yet,
I've never felt happier.
I know everything in life,
little by little,
is good.

An eye wandering was utter impossibility.
There must be no two hearts
so similar,
so in unison,
so beloved.

Do you love that her mind wanders to nonsense?
Let her have quiet,
and encourage her heart
to foster that intelligence.