The Golden eyes

My Golden eyes

My Golden eyes

The eyes that watched
Over my face
While I found my sleep
In the earth
Plated with deep fires
Of refined gold

The eyes that brought
My heart close
To her breast
To suck the
milk in the fields
With gentle touch
Of galvanized fire

Oh! That feminine eyes
Whose compassion never
Steams to the end
And love never reduce
From its source

How much more can
I thank you!
Songs and writings
Can never say a bit
Of the metal you are
Made of


About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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4 Responses to The Golden eyes

  1. Beautiful dear! Lovely! !! Blessings! !!
    Your mother is so pretty!


  2. I like how you said ‘the gentle touch of galvanized fire’. Very beautiful.


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