Friday, March 19th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
I Could See Your Eyes
Entrapped in our own egos
Our dreams swirl inside our needs
Our fears, our hopes.
Where is sanctuary in that secret chaos?
Perhaps we have met in the Orpheus plane,
Traversing hidden, dark, odious waters.
Have you sung me sweet songs to ease my brow?
Where are the nodding blossoms of life?
Murmur softly so the time quickly passes.
Where did that gentle caress touch you?
Your slumbers are so deep you feel nothing.
I know you were near, I could see your eyes.
Marissa A Spencer
© March 19, 2004
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