What happened to these eyes of long ago?
…full moons shining from faces of antiquity…
They search me for answers.
I do the same.
A glimpse of truth from the forgotten…
….a barefoot boy with a tear stained face
….a blind crone with elephant skin
….a somber New Orleans prostitute
….a stern broom beard
Who were they?
hopers?
dreamers and schemers?
I am the same – no different. searching and hungering….
….living a life

I know your dreams

….you are not forgotten