Through My Eyes
THROUGH MY EYES
I have seen many things through my eyes.
I see magic, mystical places, angels and fighter planes.
I see the magic of a summers day high in the mountains.
I see surreal dreamers flying through the rarefied air.
I see Gothic maidens dressed in long black dresses
dancing under the moon.
I see a Spitfire turning on a knife-edge,
sun reflecting off its wing.
I see Julianne singing crystal songs that shatter
the twilight dawn.
I see a quartz crystal cast a halo of colours.
I see the beauty of the written word through poetry.
I see the heartbeat that is the life of the moon and of
planet earth and I see the beauty of love and the
violence of war.
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