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The Eyes Have It

It was in the cathedral of open dreams
The firmament, we call the sky...
Nearby birds were on the wing
My eyes, met yours, with but a sigh;
It was in the relentless mountains
Those imminent peaks, we strive to climb
Ascending, it seemed, into infinity...
Where your eyes, did indeed, meet mine;
It was in the clouds of perfection
Where the wind dare not go, nor try
Near to Heaven and far away from Earth
That we-spoke of love-eye to eye;

poem by Theodora Onken
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