Aug 2012
Incredible, really.
To think that eyes
are really only windows.
You may see one’s
soul.
And yet
so many *distant eyes.
No soul,
no intention,
nothing to seek.
Where might those eyes take me?
If I went
along on their journey?
Your eyes
their gaze is contagious.
The distance.
Yet *I can still see you.
To think that eyes
are really only windows.
You may see one’s
soul.
And yet
so many *distant eyes.
No soul,
no intention,
nothing to seek.
Where might those eyes take me?
If I went
along on their journey?
Your eyes
their gaze is contagious.
The distance.
Yet *I can still see you.
