A laugh, a smile and those sad eyes ~

It’s full
its vibrant
its like the tinkling
of a beautiful sonorous
bell which vibrates
down to the core of my soul
as I laze atop
a high grassy knoll at
midday.

Full lips, upturned into
an infectious curl of cuteness
catching a full wide grin
upon cheeks bursting with
an energy all directed at me.
Any pretty picture pales
next to the scene she sets.

I can’t swim
not into her
for she is fathomless.
Her look pulls me down,
the weight
for she wants to be seen..
Known for what she is.

Her depths are deeper than most
dark depths…of pain,,and remorse
love and loss.
Currents pull ever onward
on and on
I flow
into her
It cannot be fought
you just have to let
go and float
and flow
into her,
and her sad eyes

by Philip Wardlow 2015