New Eyes on an Old Street

Come with me. Come to a place far away.
A world that is both old and new.
Come to me with the love of our youth,
reveling in the familiar, seeing each other
with new eyes. Not remembering – discovering.

About this poem

Love can grow stale. But it can grow new again. It all depends on the eyes we use and the journey we choose.

When I have traveled overseas, I have often gone to places more than once. And yet somehow it always felt new. It is a thing I am trying to insert into my current, familiar life.

From those thoughts, this poem .

The picture was taken in Rome.

Tom