In Your Eyes

You look into my eyes and see the pains of my past,

Like ashes to dust the inner waves of flames extinguish,

Like the fire pit ran cold and the smoke still settles in the morning,

You see all the anguish,

The complacency, the lack of warning,

You see the failures and the nights of gray,

And all the doors I locked on my way,

Bridges crumble and fall, and it strikes twelve….

Like Cinderella’s ball, times still falls, fell..

You see it in my eyes, so your divine intuition tells you so,

And if you see what you see, then by God’s grace you must know,

And the mask of the puppet at the days last show,

Shines bright…

Like the face of hers that night,

Because when she looks into my eyes she sees no past,

She sees the piece of charcoal that glows red, covered in ash,

So sees not the cocoon, not the egg, the destruction of war,

The savage grenade..

Not what the world tells her is true,

She sees the future in my eyes..

She tells me, “I see you”,

To frost, you were lost,

But I can alleviate his pain,

Most of life’s trains will all whistle the same,

Big and small dogs are contained behind their fence,

For its not the road you travel,

But who you travel with,

And THATS what made all the difference. 

SGH