“Could be a love poem about somebody’s eyes, but.”

“Could be a love poem about somebody’s eyes,

but.”

The stars talk to me

through your eyes.

the planets turn

and the nights sing

I smell the sea

through your eyes,

the cries of seagulls

Your eyes are so very clear ,

a secret lake in moonlight

silvery with fishes

leaping out of the light

It is not true

I am not blind

I can see

what I want to see

I can see

what I can see,

the presence of angels.

and I walk in silence

I feel this strength.

I hear the voices,

I see the dance  of hurt and joy.

I want to fly with the wind

of the universe

My dreams reach out

but my words fall short

even I

am falling

but will rise

and rise until my last day