Billy was an only child
Quiet
Shy and wild
Not his given name
This cognomen of deceased family
Bill was his nom de Jumbie
He was an ordinary son
Loved to read
Write and run
Bill kept his secrets
They didn’t ask and he told no lies
Everybody loved…
Billy’s big-brown eyes

There were voices in his ear
The past and the future in his dreams
There were whispers on the wind
And shades of something alien
In the noisome sulphur streams
Billy knew of things he wasn’t told
Things “they” treasured more than gold
Billy knew where they were
Creatures smart and old
From hilltops to the valley mouths,
Where Ghaut and black sands meet
As the crow flies
On yellow-soled bare feet
They all loved…
Billy’s big-brown eyes

Billy liked animals
Especially cats
Hated snakes, wasps and rats
Spending most of his days
Lounging under leafy trees
One hot summer day
Billy got introduced to the world of bees
Insects heard but not seen
There’s a song in the air
Everywhere...
Billy had a mystery
Alone in the bush
Invisible company
You can see them if you try
You can make them play
Throw something
Billy heard it say
And to his surprise
People aren’t the only ones
Loving Bill’s brown eyes

And so began a time
Billy in summer school
Romping in the shadow of Chances
Learning an old new tool
It’s not a bird; it’s not a plane
Humming under emerald blue skies
Billy boy had more than color
In those big brown eyes 

They never asked and he told no lies…
Everybody loved…
Billy’s Eyes