Eyes Right For the Bandaloo
....A poem about a guiding light...
Eyes right for the Bandaloo,
She is a vision in front of you.
You cannot see her, or call her name.
She guides your life all the same.
You follow her through thick and thin,
She lights your path to walk within.
When e’er you falter, halt or stray,
She points you to a better way.
You cannot catch her, as many will tell,
She cares for you, and keeps you well.
In times of grief, when pain is rife,
Her whispered voice will calm your life.
She masquerades as the wind and breeze,
You see her presence in the swaying leaves.
You may detect her as a cooling draught.
She’ll be there until your life has passed.
Richardpeej January 2010