In These Eyes

June 21, 2012

The look from your eyes into mine

   found a flaw and entered, just a part.

Found this flaw and used my weakness

   to enter and soil my heart.

Weakened, I am lost.

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Looking high above, into the sky,

I wonder. Could the wind take me,

lift me as a kite,

to feel the wind beneath,

a wind of stirring light?

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I ask of this kite,

 I a prisoner of soil and green,

“Search for tender lands.”

Search for ground where falls are gradual not steep,

lands which lessen the fall to surprise from peace.

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My kite soaring through the air whispers,

“I know a place. I will take you there.”

Through a flock of blued wings we were carried through the air.

Tirelessly created currents,

leading to truth, bare.

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Deeper blue and into the darkness, the kite

 moved me to windless floating from flight.

A single star then broke through the dark.

The stirring light I had then caught,

 in these eyes.

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The eyes in which you found my flaw

had brought, to me, the peace I sought.

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