Looking away from your eyes,
I realize the size of the rising situation.
In your eyes lie no lies
that give rise to despise or desperation.
I dare to compare anything unfair
with that glaring stare you wear.
Bright and full of wrong-less right,
their bright white glassiness contrasts the night.
Sincere fears rearing near tears
by the mere peering on clearly seen "dears" of yesteryear.
Eyes despising the realization of past situations.
Be bold and unfold your reservation.
Only good truths shall be told.
No lies spoken.
Old molds broken.
Sympathy and empathy and things causing the heart to flee.
Breathe.
One...two...three, lift your lids and see.
Hates once realized,
words you once despised,
glances once causing your very demise,
shall not be recognized in my own eyes.
If we again allow our eyes to close,
and the world around us slows,
and our instincts move us nose to nose,
we shall realize a sizable rising situation just arose.
by R. Craig David-Copyrighted 1998