With Brown Eyes Pleading
by Brenda Barnhart

With brown eyes tenderly pleading,

I look up to the stars

to see where you are

but you are not to be found.

I look to the sky, wondering why

you’ve affected my world in such a way

as to question all things that exist

and to see it all as a play.

in the grand scheme of things unseen

I do have a place, or so it seems,

my seeming forgetfulness

of all that exists is but a dream.

So now the quest becomes

to find that place – that existence

to which my heart belongs.


With brown eyes tenderly pleading,

I pray only to belong

in the unseen grand scheme of things.

I wish to wake from the dream

of this seeming non-reality.