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Close Your Eyes And See The Truth

there is nothing
that must be changed

under pressure
under extreme pressure

we do not have to change
anything

did i not tell you
who we are?

the truth in us is the unseen
that electricity that you cannot hold
and stop

that spark
that glitter in the dark

that light that is never
consumed

the song that passes from
one singer to another

we do not have to change
we are already perfect and whole

what rots is just a part of us
so temporary

the ash is merely a symbol
it is never us

at night when you see lighting
and hear thunder

pay attention
to all these hints

and you shall never fear
because you are no longer alone

because you are different from fear
close your eyes and feel.

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There are dew drops in your eyes

There are dew drops in your eyes, their green,
that laughs with me that look past all of my masks
that does strange things to me
when your eyes do not waver before mine,
then your tears fall like rain between leaves,
when both joy and pain flow from them,
and I smell gardenias in your hair,
while you let me realize some secrets of love,
when you do tell you about your feelings.

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Love Sonnet 175 The love you kept still hidden in your eyes

The love you kept still hidden in your eyes,
Permitted me no sleep many days hence,
Yet heart that oft its dreamless state it cries,
Takes not this deed of angels an offence;
For they don't tread where fools make avenues,
Woe to love lost, or to this dreamer be,
On the trodden path, paying lovers' dues,
By Heaven's gate, yet no angel to see;
Does the Devil count every loving touch?
That lovers had to give utmost regard,
That fire, never should they stoke, and as such,
To be pure, is it best to just niggard?
......Deviling touch or mere angelic stares,
......How best does each to each other compares?

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There Is A Light In Your Eyes

There is a light in your eyes.
I saw it the moment I met you.
And it’s been burning bright for a while.
I see this light and think of hope,
And know the world will be better someday.
That light you showed me,
From behind your glittering blues,
Gave me the strength to be myself.
So thank you for that feeling,
And just remember that the light will be there,
Always in your eyes.

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Patrick White

If You Were To Give Me Your Hands

If you were to give me your hands, break your prayer
and offer each wing up to me, broken halves of the heart,
I would make one burning dove out of them
that would carry a ribbon of flame in its beak,
a comet in the night, a vision of life and love,
a message to God she couldn't ignore, a wild flower
that emerged out of the ashes of her abyss
like a star waking up from a bad dream
in the skies over the darkening hills of Perth.

If you were to give me your eyes for a moment
like the lily pads of two eclipses, I'd put my lips
to each of your eyelids like the kissing stone of the Kaaba,
and erase all memory of its igneous fall to earth,
and when you opened them at moonrise,
where I touched you, there'd be two waterstars
shining as if they'd just fallen from the Pleiades
among the waterlilies and crazy raptures of the nightbirds.

Spare me a tear, and I'll return it to you like an elixir
that will dye your grief like the palette of an autumn tree
that's been painting for years, a sidereal Prussian blue,
with a touch of alizarin crimson, to burn
like the subliminal passion of a dragon in the background.
And when the fish return to their sacred pools on pilgrimage
like water sylphs, even when your mindstream
breaks like a rosary into billions of separate beads
flowing over the precipice of your eyelashes into the void,
you'll be the bird that amazes the sun and moon
reflected in each of them as they are in your eyes
as you wheel like the phoenix of a double helix
with the Swan and the Eagle across a summer
of clear night skies casting the nets of their constellations
far and wide, like a spell that gathers them up like shepherd moons.

If you were to give me your breasts, your lips,
your arms, your legs, I'd come like spring to a landscape,
clouds and rain to the moon, a hummingbird
to the goblet of your body, water to a wishing well
full of stars and fireflies, even at noon,
that's just realized all she ever had to do was ask.
I'd make your flesh feel like the shores
of some vast sea of unexplored sensual awareness
and walk them like a beachcomber in a red tide
of radiant starfish pumping light into your blood.

I would not ask for your soul or your spirit,
knowing the eternal sky does not inhibit the flight
of the wild waterbirds startled off the lake,
and even the wind can't hold them for long
like leaves and kites, when autumn says it's time to move on.
But if you were to give me their chains,
I'd retool them into royal cartouches,
ellipsoid orbits, halos, and shield-shaped lozenges,
to distinguish your name, like a waterclock
in an hourglass of desert queens firewalking across the sky
by the Milky Way, as if you were on pageant
sailing up the Thames or the Nile in a barge of moonlight.

And should, never perish the thought, you see fit
to offer me your heart, not as a fortune-cookie
with a happy ending, but like the complementary colour
of the world's biggest emerald, or the red berry
to a crown of prickly holly leaves, never
would any of my thorns ever draw even so much
as a dropp of blood from you to gray the greening
of this lyrical innocence that sings in the urns of autumn
as if Eurydice raised Orpheus out of the grave for a change,
or wild geese carrying the souls of the dead south
out of a threshed cornfield under the first frost of the stars,
or awoke the Sleepers in the Cave, to a new age
that believes if you can't dream it with your third eye closed
it isn't real. It doesn't sail. It isn't champagne that's breaking
like a bottled wave against the bow of a moonboat
that's been in drydock long enough to heal its wounds
and drift down the mindstream of the muse
like a feather of life, with a leaf for a starmap,
a message of love, with no astrolabes or compasses up its sleeve
and a fleet of poems flying high over head across
the lifeless sea of shadows below, the crane bags of Hermes
reaching your delta where the river greets the sea of bliss
breaking into bloom like a third eye from its chrysalis,
a dragon at dawn, a planet in the sunset, a dream figure
that woke reality up from a firepit of illusion
like foxfire in the scorched roots of an old growth forest
where lightning sows the seeds of illumination
like fireflies and transformative storms of stars
under the heavy eyelids of the pine-cones
that have fallen into a deep meditation on the koans
that have rooted love like an unlikely windfall
of constellations, whether your walking on stars or their ashes,
in the unsalted soil of its own galactic immolations.

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Your Eyes

What have you told me, baby
With your eyes!
It’s so tough to subdue eagerness
To tell it to everyone!

Your eyes know so sweet language!
Your eyes have told me so sweet words!
I want to listen more from your eyes!
If you would tell me more with your eyes!

You have made me dream so sweet dreams!
You have made me crazy
By colorful silence of your eyes!

I can’t help staring at you now, baby
Since your eyes are the windows of your mind!
You attract me like a black hole by your eyes!
Please let me live in your eyes!

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Open Your Eyes

You want what you deserve
but it's right in front of you
You want something better
than any other
You don't even bother
to figure what it is
that you think you deserve
You'll find it all one day
but not this way.
Open your eyes,
your heart will follow
Open your eyes,
see what you've been missing
Open your eyes,
and find the answer
I can't take anymore,
have you ever asked yourself,
what am I looking for?
You're indesisive
You are just another caught up in all of this
plastic glamerous world
You'll never see
who you could be
Open your eyes,
you're heart will follow
Open your eyes,
see what you've been missing
Open your eyes,
and find the answer
Your world is waiting, anticipating,
your time is fading,
if you never open your eyes
If only you could see,
that there is something you can do,
to make this better
Open your eyes,
your heart will follow
Open your eyes,
see what you've been missing
Open your eyes,
and find the answer
You're world is waiting, anticipating,
but your time is fading,
if you never open your eyes

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Open Your Eyes You Can Fly

Intro - speakout
Never be afraid to love
Never be afraid to just be
Just cast away the chains of doubt
Have the courage to be free
Dont cloud your rise with fathers lies
See only what you want to see
To stuplicate the simple truth
Have the courage to be free
Open your eyes you can fly
Open your eyes you can fly
You can fly (uh uh)
You can fly
Never be afraid to love (no, no, no...)
Never be afraid to just be
Cast away the chains of doubt
Have the courage to be free
Open your eyes you can fly (fly away)
Open your eyes you can fly
You can fly (fly, fly, fly)
Open your eyes (yeah) you can fly (fly away)
Open your eyes you can fly
You can fly (mhh)
You can fly (fly away mhhm)
Speakout:
Remember,
You cant wait for others to applaud what you do
So just congratulate youself
And start something new
Open your eyes you can fly (open your eyes)
Open your eyes you can fly (you can fly with me)
You can fly (fly)
Open your eyes (eyes) you can fly (baby yeah)
Open your eyes (fly away with never) you can fly (fly away with never)
You can fly
You can fly (mhh fly away way way)
Open your eyes (open your eyes) you can fly
Open your eyes (baby) you can fly
You can fly (no open this)
Open your eyes

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Something In Your Eyes

You ask me why, I say why not
Anything is possible, anything can be
Therefore tonight I'll get you hot
You'll feel a passion you never dreamed
And I know you feel I'm overconfident
What kind of man could I be
It's clear to see it's like animal attraction
When you add it up it's just a matter of factions, girl
(HOOK)
Something in your eyes told me
That you were looking for a man you could adore
Something in your eyes had given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
You think you're dry, I say you're wet
I can make it possible, I can make it true
And all night long I'll make you sweat
Gonna do a feeling that's long past overdue
And I know you think why so much confidence
What kind of man must I be
It's clear to see it's like adding and subtracting
When you add it up it's just animal attraction
(HOOK) 2x
So when I get inside and make you wet
I'll lick you dry
Creamate your body weak
From all the body heat
And like a lion you'll hear me roar
And when I feed it to your body
Make that body get weak some more
I'll take you to the peak
I'll make you wanna scream
And like a lion you'll hear my body
Roar and roar and roar and roar and roar
(HOOK) 3x
Anything is possible and anything can be
You can feel a passion you never dreamed of
See it in your eyes
You've given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
It was something in your eyes that took me to feel it
Something in your eyes, and hey, I can see it
Something in your eyes had given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
(HOOK) 2x

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What can I tell you?

What can I tell you
about what happened
after your death?

Of how many times
I have dreamt about you
and our happy times together

that after some years
I haven’t found a perfect match
like you,

but then every person is different
in several ways
and I had loved again
and lost her and my heart was broken
and are still looking
for the right girl.

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Your Eyes Open

Well it's a lonely road that you have chosen
Morning comes and you don't want to know me anymore
And it's a long time since your heart was frozen
Morning comes and you don't want to know me anymore
For a moment your eyes open and you know
All the things I ever wanted you to know
I don't know you and I don't want to
Till the moment your eyes open and you know
That it's a lonely place that you have run to
Morning comes and you don't want to know me anymore
And it's a lonely end that you will come to
Morning comes and you don't want to know me anymore
For a moment your eyes open and you know
All the things I ever wanted you to know
I don't know you and I don't want to
Till the moment your eyes open and you know
For a moment your eyes open and you know
All the things I ever wanted you to know
I don't know you and I don't want to
Till the moment your eyes open and you know

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Dont Close Your Eyes, Tonight

This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the dreamland express album, and has also been released on the the country roads collection album.
Theres a tenderness that I feel, its very real you see
I can feel your body stir so deep within
Let it be an out of love tonight completely
And let me ask of you one thing
Dont close your eyes tonight
Just look at me and see how many times I cried for you
Dont close your eyes tonight
Let it be me, not just a fantasy
Let it be me tonight
Well you can lie so close to someone and still feel alone
And though I heard you say you loved me so many times
While you give me love so beautiful and tender
Someone else is in your mind
Dont close your eyes tonight
Just look at me and see how many times I cried for you
Dont close your eyes tonight
Let it be me, not just a fantasy
Let it be me tonight
Sorry if I cry - feelings run so deep
Many is a time when Ill wake up and find
That Im crying in my sleep
Look me in the eye, tell me what you see
Im the one who loves you, Im the one who needs you
Make this one for me
Dont close youe eyes tonight
Just look at me and see how many times I cried for you
Dont close your eyes tonight
Let it be me, not just a fantasy
Let it be me tonight
Words and music by richard kerr and frank musker

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I Sing Your Eyes

i walk the dream
where the street
breathes in the shadow
of moon-light,
the lovers night.

oh, sweet love
long time coming
longer time whispering
us free.

i sing your eyes
as willows
stretching into
the ever passing winds

i speak the words of my heart
i sing the songs of my dreams
i see in the water
your image
and it’s true...

as i ride the butterfly,
i offer the rose.

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How Can I Tell You

I want to hold
you in my arms
everytime I see
you.

Everytime I look
into your eyes
I want to tell
you the way

I feel about you,
but I don't know
how to begin.

I love you so,
oh my darling,
and tonight I
want to hold
you tight.

We've been together
so many years
and I don't
know what's going
to happen.

But I want to
hold you so tight
and tell you
I love you so.

(4-10-07)

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Kiss Me Everything! ! !

Kiss me heart and said i'love you.
Kiss me from warm your eyes rays and said all better.
Kiss me from your sweet lips i'was everything.

Kiss me from your desire was embrace by you.i'was passing yearning fogs.
Kiss me with your soft face the angel gave peace on my heart.
Kiss me the rainbow gave the colour to illustrate my dreams.

Kiss me my blue clouds will lie down all tired i'to you.
Kiss me the green leaves penetrating freshness bellows of the heart and mind.

Kiss me the wind-the blowing wind continued the long breath in the life.
Kiss me the wave of the birds wings in the branch, stamped the love and the spirit.

Kiss me the flower and was kissed by me again went through the sun and the rain.
Kiss me the river gave my warm regards to the ocean.

Kiss me the nature said to my heart sweetheart.
I kissed him through all
the life breath in the world.

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The Radical Light

He was a poor boy having a hard time
A shoulder chipped and a head for crime
He was destined to be broken
She found a diamond in a coal mine
What she saw in him was a crooked line
She just wanted him to straighten
She said truth lies underneath the radical light
Show you qhat you need what youre looking for
One night underneath the radical light
She said once you see the truth youll be wanting more
She doesnt know why shes got the desire
To lead this boy out of the burning fire
Call it love or call it mercy
See one night she was dreamin
She saw a man who looked just like him br] he said when you find me baby set me free
We can shine standin in the radical light
Take a chance and find your vision
We can feel fine walkin in the radical light
It all comes down to radical decisions
I feel your sorrow
I know youre afraid to let it go
Theres always tomorrow
Come into the light you dont have to be alone anymore
Show me real truth real love
Wake me hold me tonight
Under the radical light
Show me the real truth real life
Underneath the radical light
Someday we will be one
Under the radical light

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There's Nothing Cozy About Real Beauty

There’s nothing cozy about real beauty.
That’s why it scares you to death
when you’re around it. You sense
that it disdains to kill you
simply because it knows it can
but that only makes you beg for the knife
even more, even deeper, until
you’ve suffered more death
than you ever knew there was to suffer.
It’s the same with the truth. The truth
isn’t the act of a well-meaning
coffee-table sentiment,
a hundred dollar book
of recycled paper
to help save the Caribou,
an a chequered impressionist table-cloth
with compositionally balanced butter-knives
that have never tasted blood in their lives.
If you can’t hear the shriek
of the red-tailed hawk as it plunges
toward a mating pair of killdeer
executing an aerial ballet in May
that would make you cry it’s so beautiful,
you can’t hear the hummingbirds
at the holly hocks either
even if you know sign language.
And no more than the truth, poetry
isn’t a mirror you hold up to nature
with preconceived notions of what
you want to see reflected there.
In hunting season around here
the truth can bleed Bambi upside down
from the bough of a willow
that let’s its golden tresses down
all the way to the ground
until its tips are dyed in blood.
The truth can tear the heart of a wolf out
and eat it raw in front
of a classroom of schoolchildren
while it’s still beating.
Go ask any child army.
Go ask any street kid in Ottawa
or any bushwhacked adolescent in Lanark.
You asked me to read your poems
without holding anything back from you
and I have and I won’t.
You keep a tidy house
on the right side of the tracks
of a zodiac with astro-turf lawns.
And I see all your candles
have been dipped in scented wax
and write right-handed
with glowing nibs on the reverent air
and there’s a stick of sandalwood incense
protruding from a buddha’s belly-button
that makes me wonder
whether he’s committing hiri kiri
or lowering his lance at a joust
to let a lady tie a ribbon to it
as you have most of these poems
to designate them your champions.
You’ve bomb-proofed your church so well
with so many lesser lights
in cages and black outs there’s no chance
you’ll ever be struck by a bolt of inspiration.
The lightning doesn’t send messages
like sweetgrass in the beaks of doves.
You sip from the muses like bottled water
from the tears of crystal skulls.
But you haven’t yet learned how
to swallow their watersheds on the moon
or drink blood from the skull of your own
in a single gulp for fear
they’ve been contaminated by fracking.
Flying fish in a sea of shadows
that’s always at full tide
but you never reveal
the constellations of dead starfish
that reek to high heaven
like the stink of enlightenment on the bottom
when the tide bleeds out
like a white-tailed doe.
Happy lifeboats moored safely in port
as if there were nothing to risk or rescue
but a new paint job
as a storm front moves in
like a curtain call of judgmental grey.
All your feral cats have been fixed
and the darkness has no claws or fangs,
and that wilderness that used to howl
in an agony of sex and longing
under your windowsill of potted herbs
all unnerving night long
now purrs impotently in your lap.
You strew your path with rose-petals
but when have you ever walked barefoot
on toxic thorns or the plinths and eyelashes
of the splintered chandeliers of the stars?
You cut the polar ice-caps off
the extremes of a hard-boiled planet
and only eat the temperate zones
you can scoop out with a silver spoon
like the front left parietal lobe
of Humpty Dumpty’s sunny brain.
Blackholes do more to enhance
the radiance of stars and fireflies,
ignite the fire of dragons
on the other side of a wormhole hourglass
into the next coincidence
of a harmoniously contradictory world
than all those sunbeams
you try to keep on
like night lights in a morgue
because you’re afraid to sleep with the dead
and they don’t want to wake up without you.
And I’m not saying
you need to go out and mess up,
trample on your own garden,
turn Taurus loose
in the china shop of the Pleiades.
No one can go out and think their way
into an experience they haven’t had yet.
They merely experience their own thought.
Just another poetry book
having sex with itself
in the hopes of winning an award
to make it feel fulfilled enough
it can take what’s real for granted.
But even Rimbaud who
dissociated his sensibilities rationally
and then killed a man with a stone
on a construction site in Cyprus
discovered how dangerous it is
to broach the spontaneous deliberately.
As for me, I’ve learned
to delight in the despair
of my own crazy wisdom.
As for you, you might start
by turning the light and around
and looking into the darkness within you
not as a smudge on the reputation of your lilies
but as a chunk of coal
that didn’t let your diamonds down.
A suggestion I suggest you ignore
if you’ve understood anything I’ve said
about the nature of poetry
that makes any petty sense at all to you.
And the next time you
you run into your own clarity
like Galileo trying to show you
through his telescope
there are sunspots in your field of view
like bruises on a banana
and the moon is pock-marked
by one too many facelifts,
don’t try to paint the lens
as if you were airbrushing
the imperfections out of your own eyes
just realize how important it is
to open them from the inside out.
And as for those little black ants,
that keep inciting a riot of words
you’ve got no crowd control over
you keep setting honey-traps for,
to keep them from running all over
the planetary orb
of your moonlit peony in bud
like a chaos of minutes
looking for a fixed place
on a spherical waterclock
as if they were all
running out on time simultaneously.
Trust me, or don’t, they’ll let you know
when the sun shines at midnight
and your hour’s come round to bloom.
Meteors cry like diamonds
for the species they make a big impact upon.
And volcanoes eventually
weep their way into islands
that will be seeded by birds and castaways.
The eye of the rose
looks into the secret heart of the worm
and sees the wings of tearful loveletters
being born like butterflies in the rain.
And then the sun appears
and dries them out
like laundry on the line.
Or the negative of an eclipse
hung up in a dark room
like a flypaper map of the stars
in an alternative universe
on the other side of your eyes
that hasn’t come up with a name,
a fixed place, or a myth of origins for you yet
until you’ve passed
like the tiny planet of a firefly
through the gravitational eyes
of a constellation of black holes
without going out
like a flashlight you keep shining
nervously into the dark doorway
of a dragon’s mouth when you write
to see what was making the noise
like the universal cosmic hiss
of a flamethrower in a snakepit
of oracular wavelengths
that keeps you from going
downstairs to find out.
As a Zen master once said.
The stone is lustrous
but there’s nothing inside.
The ore is different
but from it comes gold.
And as any poet knows
who’s ever been inspired
you polish gold in fire.
You don’t write white noise
to block the darkness out
as if you were afraid
of things that go bump in the night.
Don’t fall like a snowflake on a furnace
then try to sip your tears like spit
from its prophetic mouth when you melt.
Be a star, be a Chinese lantern,
be a fire-kite of burning insight.
Light upon light means
the darkness shines as well
on the inside as it does without
whether you see it or not.
The moonrise of an emotion
follows the sunset of a thought.
Two tides of the same ocean,
the highs and the lows
the crest and the trough
of the same wavelength we’re all on.
And the mountain you’re trying to climb
is only as high and white
as the valley is deep and dark.
Not two is the furthest thing
you can say in a universe that isn’t a lie.
There’s a lot of shadowless noon
in your impeccable poetry
but where’s the starless midnight
on the other side of of your eyes?
Don’t orphan your first born
to legitimize your poems
like a forged birth certificate
you hope everyone will recognize
as your rightful place
in a table of contents
with the good taste of a menu.
A suggestion I suggest you ignore
if you’ve understood,
deeply understood
anything I’ve said
about the nature of poetry
that makes any petty sense at all to you.
And I don’t say this to be kind or cruel.
You know how
to harvest the full moon
like a sparrow
the gleanings of the light,
twelve grain whole wheat bread,
but you don’t know how to sow stars
on the dark side of an eclipse
that will sprout and bloom,
a phoenix feathered in wild fire
that will catch on and spread
like life itself
like the syntaretic spark
of the timeless with the fruitless dead.
Out of the dark abundance
of watersheds and roots,
the phoenix energy of your cells,
the bright vacancy of the full moon,
a blossom on a dead branch,
the new moon of a crow in autumn
on a green bough of night birds
that are never at a loss for words
when the truth and the beauty
of the light coming out of the darkness
leaves them as speechless
as a starmap of fireflies
where the constellations have no names,
going up in flames.

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When Tears Flow From Your Eyes

always remember my friend
that when tears flow from your eyes
no matter how far you are

like the distant stars
my heart beats in sorrow too
like the worm wriggling
bitten by an ant
under the thick grass
inside the hollow earth

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You Swing Your Eyes To Ours

You swing your eyes to ours
And you are astonished
By the things you see
The sights we see
That no one has seen
Or
The sights you do not see
Of green! Of white...
But, what different does it make
The things you do not see?
That is Life....
That is Destiny...


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She Mentioned Nothing About Your Eyes

Daddy?
Mommy asked me to ask you...
Where did I come from?

'Boy...
I've been asking myself that same question,
The first time I laid my eyes on you.'

No!
That's not the version mommy told me.
She said she knew I'd be coming soon...
The moment she let you touch her.
And she mentioned nothing about your eyes!

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There Is A Kind Of Silence In Your Eyes (Stave Stanza Sestets)

There is a kind of silence in your eyes,
a glimmering purer than all the skies
that with tranquility speaks to my heart
draw me much nearer when we are apart,
there's something that I grasp, in a way hear,
something very frail when you are too near.

As a perfect white rose during the spring
is petal by tiny petal opening
so very fragile you do enclose me,
so very lovely is your sheer beauty,
there is something that becomes quite clear,
something very frail when you are too near.

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