Where My Eyes Touch

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Patterns of softest moonlight
Fall peeking through the trees,
Tracing pictures on your sleeping form,
Altered by motion of the leaves;
My eyes are hungry and open wide,
Feasting on all that you are to me,
I take in more than just the body,
For you are more than what I see.

I quietly in the shadows sit,
Watch you as you gently breathe;
And the glow that covers you warmly,
Is the gold of your soul, I believe.
And I marvel at all my eyes behold,
As they etch you deeply in my mind;
Where they fall is a memory of the heart,
Where they touch is where I've dined.