Saturday, October 8, 2011


our eyes speak
in pure silence
full of words
guessing the thoughts
assuming moments
stripping themselves naked of fear

our eyes save
so many unforgettable moments
recorded in the retina
stamped on the soul
perpetuated in the joys
of a daily routine

our eyes are twins
in intuition, in feeling
in capturing the right moment
in caring for each other
in sensing danger
in the joy of reunion

our eyes can see
each other even at a distance
they are so transparent and true
that even closed , by sensing the soul
they are tireless guardians
of our love

Mary Fioratti

(This poem is dedicated to my husband)