Inside the Eyes

Inside the eyes. Where childhood dances with you. I see you. Mixed with the crest of the day. With the years grown. From fears. From doubts. From laughter. In song. All change swirls in the wind, waiting to belong to all the colors. The shades. The shape of your body. The curves of your face. Down the slope of your skin. I begin to move my fingers down. Caressing the beauty. Your beauty. As the world dances around us. I feel the warmth. Familiar beginning. Tempting me on. Urging me forward. In the essence of a dawn, where color fades with light. The striking force of a sun, that gives gift to the day. You beauty has come away, from all the ways, dark, in your heart, that spoke in nothings. Now, gone. For your smile, is the gift of the yarn, that now weaves your fate, from another's face, whose laughter penetrates your heart. The distance, removed. From the depths, in which, it spun. For years. I see your beauty. And you see mine. It is time now, to move on. On into the future, uncertain. Holding a past, unknown. In my hands. In my fingers, breath. I take a step, and walk toward you. From the years, of childhood, I speak of a tomorrow, that I cannot see. Not with my eyes, not in me. Will the color show me the way? In a day, I do not know. I look around. One last time. To see where the past has led me. Where the present has me now. In the eve of tomorrow. In the dawn of a day, where lovers are spent, and truth has gone away. Far away from harm. I know tomorrow is a place, where we belong. Separate. In the eyes of a world, unclear. I bring the memories nearer to me. One last time. I know it is time now, to find a way, to move along. Inside the eyes, that no longer can see, that part of you, mixing, with that part of me.