Odd how shifting the heart can be,
tides ebb and flow yet remain constant
moons phase changes yet remains the same
not so the heart ~ it is restless and unpredictable.
Odd how faithless the will can be,
spring turns to summer unfailingly
fall into winter recurs with exact routine
not so the will ~ buffeted by each mood and whim.
Odd how truthful the eyes can be,
smiles can hide the truth lying beneath
casual banter can mask thoughts unspoken
not so the eyes ~ they are sparkling truth embodied.
………Good or bad……there it shines…….how odd.
Karen Quinn 2004 rev. 2013