My eyes mine, my eyes yours Rays light both eyes, allows reflection Share these eyes to open doors Open says eyes of keys Your doors have been shut you may open them please Listen says eyes to dancing tounge I am your master, learn from me my son Dance until your lips grow weary then STOP, Use me, to ask question clearly The sun or the trade winds choose not change direction But sound resonates clear, no direction, utter perfection Oh ears feel so lonely with out your beautiful eyes to love me, see me, hear me If I could only compromise I would know you were out there waiting, waiting for my sun I would sense & feel this great universe stop waiting for only one Since my eyes are gifts to you all life just made of water tree, river, stream & deer, do you feel my love so near Walk in the woods & feel at home, interconected totally selected to be this near a choice so clear unclear though seen through shackled fear heaven and hell reside in all A high wire walk an inevitable fall listening to my words a therapy for the senses consciousness the ultimate fantasy a lesson from me for me realized upon desruction of my internal fences Which way to go is the human question to give or recieve and in what direction To me it seems when time is gone the suffering most likely will be withdrawn because like I said what a moment this would be to reside soley within this fantasy what beauty is to me what beauty there is to see beauty still is only make believe Make believe senses & fences Make believe love & hate Make believe listening & telling Make believe wisdom & fate So make believe that you are happy and make believe every cell is listening because the tree is listening as I listen to the world gripe and it's killing me inside not turning me ripe give those ears and eyes aways free no words, just look and listen, you'll see that your eyes and ears are gifts for them not for you or I All people know the secrets of life, their listening sorts out truth from lie Give me yours leaves said the winds one day and come to the meadow with me and play put on your dresses of green and gold because winter has come and the days grow cold. I hope you liked the poem, peace brothers and sisters
