What visions hold fast of the eyes
looking within? The inward glance.
The casual unprovoked sense of probing
about like a child seeking a lost toy.
What comes before us as we search?
A half memory faded like leaves
Of autumn. Names without faces and
faces without names. Places by the
ocean or shadows from mountains.
Looking deep cuts the thoughts
into parts where the good outlasts
the past as we age within a sense
of well being.