this moment
there is a
peculiar point
of view
is your
eyes,

as if you
know my
secrets and
you wish to
keep them
all to
yourself,

as if
when you
tilt your
head inward
to a morning
breeze the
whole
universe
changes it's
perspective.

and everything
moves with
you,

and sirens
sing
and only
you can
hear.

and the
faded pages
of days
gone by
fall before
you like
naked sorrows
at your
feet,

and you
stand before
me the
keeper of
heaven's
gate.

the prayer
answered to
a hopeless

dream.