Dan Elliot

	Dan Elliot
	"I am the poet-son of a poet-father." Poems are the pictures of my life reflected unto paper in words. What a great addition to life, from within the womb of creativity, the seed of inspiration conceives the egg of thought, and a poem is birthed. I owe much of my writing to the inspiration my wife brings to me. She creates a picture to my life that not even words can paint the beauty she unfolds. To my fellow poets, "Keep the inkwell full, the quills trimmed and the lines flowing; and remember this... the hand writes... and once writ... lives on!"

When Eyes Talk

When eyes talk, no word is spoken
Yet the heart understands
The whisper of silent glances

When eyes talk, no sonnet is written
Yet the mind can read the invisible poem
Scripted with tender care

When eyes talk, no music plays
Yet the body orchestrates to
A symphony of passion

When eyes talk, no dance is stepped
Yet emotions swing to the
Soften beat of desire

When eyes talk, no others hear
Yet the message is audible
To the one whose eyes were intended

When eyes talk, magic fills the air
For within a look, a world unfolds
To quieten hopes and dreams

Only those with secret wishes
Can understand the language
When eyes talk, and hearts listen