They say the eyes are the windows to ones soul
I believe it every time I look into yours
That steely gaze that has the ability to stop me in my tracks
So dark I get lost in them as I dive in a dark pool of onyx and drift away
Slowly, with the vision of love that both you and I create
A love that has transcended the test of time
Through our many resurrections
Resurrections I am reminded of through your eyes
We once laid under the stars next to the Niger River and fell asleep in each other’s embrace
You held my hand while I prayed to the ancestors as Harriet led us to freedom
We were there in Virginia, by Nat Turners side when he led the revolt in 1831
And when the bombs dropped in Tulsa, you helped board up windows and keep us safe from those seeking to hurt us
I remember when we sat in the restaurant and was star struck when Malcolm had his date with Betty. You know the one where he taught her the history of the pig right after.
The party on Juneteenth, was one of the best we ever had. You sure did have some good moves for an old man.
We really had some good times
Times I see on repeat just like now as I stare in your eyes
My heart skips a beat as you sweep me off my feet
Holding me closely while placing your forehead on mine without breaking eye contact
Your eyes, the window to your soul and the gateway to my heart.