Eyes of Hourglass

Deep in the eyes of you, The edge of the rift looses ground to my grip, But strong forces that orbit my vibe ,my being , My seeing of a complex covex figure Stop gazing upon my soul trying to read me Decieve me you jugde me to blood see The eyes of a flame being black,leaving shadows to cracks Reflection of section the spark full flame and in front of my name was a small picture frame which contained memories of the past never to be found again. Much Love Richard Q. Corbett