The man with the blue eye,
Looked at me with anguish and despair,
He was desperate,
He had a rugged look to him,
Worn, out and tired, he tried to say
Something, but no words came out,
There was only one feature of the face,
That caught my attention,
The blue eye glaring at me with
Power, at first it looked like
A sapphire marble, but then as
The sun beamed down on the sides of his face,
It was like the night sky had drowned
The pupil with a sudden burst of determination.
The man with the blue eye asked questions,
But unfortunately I wasn’t the one to provide the answers.