Eyes of God

Maybe if I close my eyes long enough this will all just disappear. I’ll wake up to the eyes of God and his voice whispering in my ear. A dream, this life, can be so cold and cruel. A dose of awareness here and there isn’t quite enough to soothe. Far away I wander through valleys of the mind, to ease my curious wonderings, to slowly pass the time. But with this steady rhythm of the beating of a heart, I tenderly press my ear to it and silently fall apart. How does one so effortlessly calm my unreserved soul? Your hands are weaving, through my heart, webs of solid gold. Beads of sweat drip down my cheek and glisten in the sun, as I bask in the glory of your cool embrace and enjoy being no one. And then I look up into the eyes of my hero, the soul that my soul once knew. But I am jerked awake as I fall through a veil of forgotten past truth. And here I am again, stirring in my bed. Who is this familiar stranger wrapped inside my head?