Beholder
Well then, take a look into these eyes, the eyes of a wizard and you begin to wonder if your smile is heard. Suddenly! You hear the wind whisper your name, followed by the heartbeat of sound—
‘“The dark soulful eyes of a turbulent storm hides the chaos within, only to greet you with a smiling sin.
A touch of prophecy is within, as you feel the fire again and again.
The desires of sin makes your head spin and
ache, filling you up...for heaven-sake!
As you bask in the array of promise set for you through these eyes of calmness, my sight swallows the dreams of your righteous days to caress your pain in beautiful ways.
The shadows of yesterday’s needs with your forgotten deeds, leaving you shadowless in your brightest heeds.
Hindered the spirit is soulless eyes, a smile subsides with empty lullabies.
The sounds of madness brightens up the soul, as these eyes again—smile ten fold.
Then you feel the desires of a mind on fire.
The only thing left to do...is to hold her, like the gleam in the eyes of a beholder”’
Copyright © Robert Young | Year Posted 2019
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