Monday September 27, 2010
Your eyes are what i long for.
The superb tranquility of them
That soothes the pain of the long days
And opens the arms of worlds alike.
You’re the reason battles begin.
With all your treasures well hidden inside,
Waiting for an untold truth to come by,
Close to you, in a gentle, lonely touch.
As if the falling rain, the air or the sky
They would all think the same.
They all think you’re different
Without any pronounced weaknesses.
Every empty night with a starry sky,
Reminds me of ours, long and dry.
The silver moonshine across your eyes,
The blissful wind serpenting through your hair.
The picture that i hold on my mind
Is about the perfection of such a brilliant story
That cannot be written upon such humble words.
But i did my best, truth be told.
