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
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