Heart in her eyes

On the pillow next to her head,

rests a flower he’d given,

dipped in love so she’d know,

softly her dreams become life.



Clear night without reason,

rain pours onto his eyes,

as all that he was becomes,

a fairytale made in her eyes.



Knock on her door so late,

startled she stumbles to answer,

as she falls to the ground,

her heart is broken by fate.



So close to home yet for reasons,

clearly unseen blinding hope,

where his eyes became,

that which he could not see.



Hand on the doorknob she cries,

hoping that this was all a bad dream,

but as she identified his body,

she could only know him by his heart.







Johnny Newell