Her eyes were a shade of grayish blue tonight
Like a cloudy sky on a melancholy evening.
Tears lingered on the edges of those skies
like heavy clouds filled to the brink with rain
Yet never falling,
Glittering like the ocean in the moonlight,
Radiating light, radiating hope.
Something was shifting inside me,
Waking up and coming back to life.
I had heard of a Swedish word once
“Mangata”, a word for the glimmering
Road like reflection of the moonlight on water.
Her eyes were calling me home,
That road like reflection in her eyes
Was the way to my home.
Maybe there was still something left of us,
Maybe there was still something left to save,
Maybe it’s not yet too late.
-N
Daily prompt – Radiate
Photographer unknown
Poetry 
Copyright 2017, Opinionated Head
May 29, 2017 at 8:37 am
Beautiful poem so well articulated.
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May 29, 2017 at 9:02 am
Thank you for your encouraging feedback. 🙂
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May 29, 2017 at 9:08 am
Wecome.
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May 29, 2017 at 9:10 am
It’s never too late, as long as there’s even a bit of a spark or the warmth of the past. ‘Us’ can be save, if ‘Us’ have even a bit of faith. It was so beatiful, brought back some wonderful moments. Thank you for that!
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May 29, 2017 at 9:22 am
I am glad my poem could to that for you, I couldn’t have hoped for a better feedback. 🙂
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May 29, 2017 at 10:43 am
Stunning imagery . The power of hope!
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May 29, 2017 at 11:01 am
Thank you! Hope indeed is a powerful thing, probably the most powerful thing there is.
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May 29, 2017 at 11:01 am
Absolutely
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June 10, 2017 at 8:47 am
Beautiful words of hope. Yes there is always hope if there is even a tiny bit of feeling between people 🙂 ❤
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June 11, 2017 at 4:30 pm
Thank you! I do agree with you. Intact, I think there is always hope till you think there hope. 🙂
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