Eyes of Glass
Behind the waterfalls of hair,
Deep in a cave, they rest as precious jewels.
Shining brighter than the stars,
As pure and clear like water running fro the springs.
As dark as the velvet night.
As mysterious as nature itself.
They are the door to my living self.
They talk about secrets yet untold.
Precious Jewels are my eyes,
clearing along my path with it's immense light.
Look inside me and see my soul,
Reach inside me and feel my heart.
Shining bright when filled with happiness,
Washing away my soul when depressed.
To know the illusionMan is to look into his eyes,
And become one with his worl,
For they are the doors to my essence and body,
For they are the jewels that keep me in touch
With a world that slowly seems to vanished!
07-06-2003
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