Behind These Eyes
eyes they see, eyes they are clear. eyes that believe, yet shed a tear. eyes they hear; a maid, a pauper and someone dear. of stories that become tales and epics they fear behind these eyes; lay darkness untouched, untold. wishing someday, some light will make them shine like gold. some old, some new; some black, some blue but none fail to define, and none have a clue for what eyes may feel; grope, search and kneel oceans of changes about to reveal eyes meet, eyes greet; a strange love unfolds. thats when joy springs out the tears they can't hold. - a beautiful piece from my little bundle of joy...