The Eyes of a Dreamer

I have beautiful eyes, the eyes of a dreamer; looking away as if taken by wander... Nothing goes by them that I don't notice; and everything but age can change their glance... Mellow eyes of dreamer, not much transformed by the tragedies unfolding in your peaceful path; rarely distracted, always focused on your strange selfishness that molds your wit... Distance is a mystery impossible to be explained or revealed, that one which keeps its shadows active, to hide what cannot be endured by fear; and without an optimistic insight, nothing is ever discerned... I have beautiful eyes, the eyes of a dreamer; with many visions of bliss, without the gloom and the agony of demise; an existence absent of pain, a life so despised by a clever achiever... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci