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...