Why do I have to long,
To find a place where I belong?

air is growing thin
as I float off the ground
the dreamers finally awake
now nothing holds me down

wandering into space
passing the atmosphere
seems my perspective
is too cavalier

running out of oxygen,
breathing goes slow
my dewy eyes reflect the stars,
like a canvas of Van Gogh's

I hear vibrations
this is my castle past the sky
where no-one asks how,
and I never wonder why

my body grows numb
as I float past stars
through my veins,
flows my liquid heart

peace like a wave
rushes over me
laying on this cosmic foam
it gets hard to breathe

I shed a tear
and then another arose
soon I was surrounded with these crystals
as each drop froze

with no gravity,
my walls collapsed
loosing all feeling,
I couldn't react

a syrupy smile spread
across my softened face
so do not be concerned
if you see a girl floating in space

poets always write about
the beauty of their lover's eyes.

until I met you,
those words never
meant anything to me.

you have gray eyes
that remind me of a storm.
and they are beautiful,
but they never mattered.

I don't care about
the gray of your eyes or
how they look blue
under certain lights
or the flecks of gold
that make them shine.

I would love you
even if your eyes were dull
and dark like mine.

because the beautiful thing
about your eyes
is not their color.

it's how you use them
to look at me.

you look at me in a way
that no one has ever
looked at me before.

that is what
makes them beautiful.

and that is one of the
many reasons why
I fell in love with you.