I see you.
I look at your face and remember the place that you're from.
I hear you.
It's your heart keeping pace with the love and the grace that you're used to.
And you come, with those brown yearning eyes and lord knows I try not to disappoint you.
But I tell you, that back there is a dream of a time that was seen through ****** eyes.
Your eyes, still as young as I remember, still as wide and still so tender with youth.
In my eyes, which are old like the sea, which are cold yet are keen I see, I see.