Thank you everyone for your support and encouragement, and the inspiration that is shared about writing, I have shared this poem on the 'stuff'' discussion, for me, however this is more personal and I hope it deserves a little niche of it's own. Please let me know what you think ( I can take criticism, I do it for a living - give it that is.)

Glass Eyes

He keeps me safe, the one that sleeps,
on my bed.
Every day. Every night
His big glass eyes
stare through me.
At times, I think he smiles.
I wonder why.

He lies near me every night,
I touch his nose, I think it's wet,
but it's not.
It's dry.
He keeps watch over me, but,
I know, he can see through me
with those glass eyes.

When I move,
they move,
sometimes it's eerie.
It makes me wonder what he can see,
through those glass eyes
that stare at me.

He see's me.
I know he does.
Is he there? I wonder.
Those amber eyes.
That piercing glaze.
I end up searching through a maze,
of what one can only say,
are reasons grounded in philosophy.
Or faith that's lost it's way.

I never find the answers,
but I know, I'll always try,
and always ask the reasons why,
he watches me.
Every day and every night,
with those eyes that see.
Those amber eyes
So sure and friendly
protecting me.