There were those eyes
and I was drawn intoa pool so deep
I was consumed by them!
Icame to identify with a past
so long ago,
or was it yesterday?
It's hard toknow.
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.
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*
These eyes are pressed
on finding strength
through the drama of life
and the ever changing stage.
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!
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