ice blue eyes

I never knew her name
I saw her for a moment,
in a crowd~
her face lost but my memory
of it

I consider what
happens to her,

ice blue eyes
shining like
a new robin’s egg

I saw her once
it may have
been a
dream,

what else
after
ice blue

eyes.

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Wallace Stevens

Hi Victor, I wonder if you might consider ending this poem after *it may have been a dream.*

In any case, it is good to read you again. And somehow ice blue eyes, are always so far away, like dreams, aren't they?

Love,
Anna

I wonder if you might consider ending this poem after *it may have been a dream.*

I don't think so, but thanks for the suggestion. I wrote this poem about 35 years ago, and I am still content with its content.

Sat Nam Boogie!

Love ya,

Victor

As always.

Victor