These Eyes

 

within my chase of drifting in the wind

 

have a good way to begin

 

through night skies drift in all directions

 

there must be time for confessing

 

shadows block the tortured sky

 

a smile from a lonesome child

 

drifting ever further to worlds unknown

 

these eyes can see the light of the sky

 

the ocean setting

 

seagulls flock overhead of a passerby

 

light is torn in its vested sphere

 

 

 

the sound of togetherness

 

I must clearly confess

 

out of adoration in exhaltation

 

solitude

 

alone again

 

feelings of love

 

illumination

 

barren sand doons

 

the pier is here

 

beauty in twilight