These Eyes

In each of us there is a flame to behold. Some of our hearts are blocked by vice. Yet there is a glimmer of hope in this life a need to belong. Each of us hurts inside filtered through the inner pain.

　

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