A Keen Eye



Seeing the wonders in front of me

Is as simple as opening eyes to thee

For you are full of charm and beauty

Which pours out of you with no duty



- Payable on any part of your makeup

Accepting this causes no shake-up

The vibes which you create provide

A rise within me which does not hide



Any passion which underlies my shell

Which is always present - you can tell

For you look at me then all-knowing

That my pride is constantly showing



So it is YOUR eye which is keen and sharp

Which, used on me, makes me play my harp

And those many strings which you do pluck

Make me quiver, and causes me to want to suck



All of the juices which run through your body

So many are there - when tapped - a hot toddy

Appears - gushing from your swollen parts

I become astounded by how much of it is art



And how much is sincere passionate emotion

Which flows freely like a magic elixir or potion

And how much is created within our mind's eye

By our comparison with everything else, by and by



Christopher W. Thomas

2:40pm Tues 11/4/97