I walked down the street and what did I see, Ebony eyes looking back at me. As black as the night on a cold winter's night, but as warm as the ash fresh from a fire. I turn back to look at the girl with the Ebony eyes, but nowhere behide me she stands. I walk to my house thinking about the girl with the ebony eyes. As I laid my head down to go to sleep, I remember the eyes as well as a little boys kite. The Ebony Eyes were my dead wife's.
