Sad eyes

Here is a drawing that I sketched or doodled (whichever) one afternoon at work.  When I had a job that is.  I still remember how I pictured the eyes and then the rest just flowed.  Sadly as it is a pencil drawing it didn't come out as well as I had hoped when scanning it but here it is nonetheless.

There we aren't - by Kathryn-Ann Nourse

You're the evergreen outside my snowy window.
You're the moon that follows me through the night.
You're the sand on the beach.
You're the picture frame on my desk.

You're a post card away but as close as the breeze upon my face.
Ever mine, ever not.

Burn (by Kathryn-Ann Nourse)

Heat sears the flesh and it bursts in red
Cold icy sleet is sloshing under my barefoot feet
My eyes water from the shock
and my heart stops