looking at Lisa . . . .

mingled notions come and go
complex thinking sometimes show
passing fancies sometimes yield
secret messages revealed
your eyes are those i often see
when sometimes Lisa looks at me


your mouth moves when'er she smiles
while i plod the road of miles
her presence makes me think of you
a mirrored image, through and through
blue thoughts ,blue skies, 
blue hopes, blue eyes


1978