These Eyes


within my chase of drifting in the wind


have a good way to begin


through night skies drift in all directions


there must be time for confessing


shadows block the tortured sky


a smile from a lonesome child


drifting ever further to worlds unknown


these eyes can see the light of the sky


the ocean setting


seagulls flock overhead of a passerby


light is torn in its vested sphere




the sound of togetherness


I must clearly confess


out of adoration in exhaltation




alone again


feelings of love




barren sand doons


the pier is here


beauty in twilight