Lidded Eyes

10) Can it be that I am still alive on the shore?
For I hear the sound of feet, hearings chore
Made bitter sweet by the heat of passion
That is a woman's voice. How can it be
That I, who once was dead inside and so
Without, have now been found by such a gaze
As louts do crave to bear upon their face?
But stay, rue may I to stare into eyes
Of purity, upon virgin's feet so
Lovely; for pondering my hearts woe
I cannot know for sure if such sights throw
Men back again into the pits of hell.
Yet alack! for ten to one sits on fell
Beauty; thus, open eyes, that I may tell.  

                                                          Lidded Eyes, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012