Memories – Old poems unforgotten

Strange that the other day this old poem came to mind after reading a micro-poetry tweet on Twitter.
I think the tweet was for a “1 line poem”, so I remembered my run-on sentence poem called Riddle from my early 20s.  Poems of the 1980s.
Amazed that I would remember all the words since sometimes I can’t remember a freakin password.
Maybe there is password material here…HA!

Riddle

My love is lost
But is reborn
Due to time and distance
I sit and morn
Like a lonely mime
Who cries unheard
In a world of solipsist
Where no circumstance
Proves he exists

And for your listening enjoyment:
http://musicallighthouse.com/cosmic-impulse-solipsist/

For your existential reading list:

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And then that poem led to another memory…eyes are the windows to the soul.

Eyes
penetrating 

eyes
see within my soul 
(my life)
I hide                  (stay away)
Don’t drain from my 
eyes
of their sparks of joy
while giving me your 
eyes
loving 
eyes

Eyes 

that lift my heavy soul
from drowning books and toil
eyes 
that bring the flame of joy
I’ve forgotten within my 
eyes

(my soul)