Walk With Beauty

The eerie surreal countenance of the moon Illuminates mysterious dune The pupils of her eyes are the visage of that moon In them there is wonder and fury of raging typhoon In those eyes my soul will swim With spirit growing like arctic grass in a dream Braking through glacier on its whim The procession of reverie with equation of soul fills imagination to the brim The soul travels outside of its breeches Until nirvana it reaches Her eyes as enchanting as spell of a thousand witches Each pupil like fire on the sea blazes The iris is cold like ice but pupils’ fires keep the soul warm It is safe among ice storm In a dream equation of nirvana will form The eyes are last fundamental place in which this equation miracle will perform The imagination that needs no base Has idea where there are no paradoxes as a base As the eyes look to space They are soothing the soul with their gaze of grace As neural flame invokes procession of thought so awed The sun above the forest is a visage of God The distance is there meaning itself appropriate for this mod And that depth is in the eyes of love that with me and divine takes promenade