EYES...

EYES

There were those eyes

and I was drawn intoa pool so deep

I was consumed by them!

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Icame to identify with a past

so long ago,

or was it yesterday?

It's hard toknow.

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But oh so strong was the pull

and yet soft, and gentle,

though yearning at the same time.

They yearned for something

they could not find.

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And that something draws the eyes

like the eyes draw you!

But, the eyes never know

what it is that draws them.

and neither do you*

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These eyes are pressed

on finding strength

through the drama of life

and the ever changing stage.

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The eyes,

they do not understand the world

nor does the world understand them.

they turn empty with lost hope

but the passion endures!*

And the eyes remain the keepers

of those they love!