Maya's Eyes...I See

 Maya's Eyes....I See

......I gaze at your picture...with awed reverence
not  as a stalker, sycophant, or starstruck would stare

                       But, as one who can see...

I see the subtle , yet finely etched furrows of beauty and sorrow
...of laughter and Pain....

I see..The Caged Bird/angry, desperate, albeit, sanguine that one day
she would be able to chirp the verses of freedom with the beak of her Quill

Stanzas of Adversity, that beg for change consume my being with the fire
of someone intimately entwined with their Muse

Yet, when I see you sitting stoically unsinged by life's slings and arrows....In that picture

I feel humbled and ever ready to take up the torch that you so strong yet elegantly carried

I see....you looking at me/looking through me/ to see the kind of writer I am....The kind of man I am

I become......afraid when I see you staring back at me with the eyes of Wisdom only whispered

My syntax fails and my poet's lexicon pales in comparison to the  Poetry/Prose and Proclamations Penned
Phenomally through your prescient prudence....

In....that picture - I see you scolding me, embracing me.....urging me to not just be, but...  to Become

For, I too am Poetry.....with stories to weave,  truths to unfurl, and myths to debunk

I  am...."A Stir Of Echoes From Verses Past"...created and cultivated in the crucible of your consciousness

I sit...calmly at your feet and ingest the pabulum from a well fed soul

Maya Angelou
Doctor, Teacher, Mentor -Friend
An Uncaged Bird... Freed

....Wouldn't Take Nothing For My Journey Now...