First-Time Eyes

See the shooting stars come down;
Clouds in cities near the ground,
Wonderland of dusk, and moon,
On a hill in fading June.
Old eyes smiling see again
First-time eyes are glowing —

Crickets, frogs, and cars, and breeze,
Sounds ignored that sudden please;
Questions asked in gabbled voice,
Words of answering rejoice —
Old ears grinning hear again
Summer winds are blowing —

Sometimes, hope seems lost and gone,
Night has won – defeated dawn –
Hence the cycle of new birth:
Hope again returns to earth.
Girls and women, boys and men —
Love is

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