In Your Still Eyes

in your still eyes
wide with terror
i see you
seized with fear
i see innocence
amidst confusion
i see the question
that they can’t answer
: why?

in your still eyes
i see your mother
near hysteria
screaming your name
over and over
i see her weeping
like a willow tree
her eyes pleading
begging silently
wake up baby
it’s mommy

in your still eyes
i see your father
rooted to the ground
to make a sound
i see him
a complete wreck
mourning the child
he could not protect
but how he tried
God knows he tried

i see tears
of pure agony
as he rains kisses
on your lifeless body
i see his anger
i feel his pain
i hear him whisper
again and again
please baby
wake up for daddy
i bought a toy
for my little boy

in your still eyes
and hundreds like you
i see faith
i see strength
for your eyes
they may be still
but you
my little one
are made of steel

in your still eyes
amidst the destruction
i see resistance
i see dignity
i see your people
standing tall
behind those walls

in your still eyes
i see you running
with arms wide open
in His garden
i see you smiling
i hear you laughing
your beautiful soul
finally free
for eternity


Just a poem, just a heart that beats, just a sound that whispers terror, blood and tears in vain.

© 2014
Lino Althaner