The Eye of Heaven

in the eye of heaven i see
the very soul revealed in me
by the virtue of the night
i walk, into the smooth colors
of ebony and white, the twinkle of stars
belonging not in the midst twilight
rather further on, as the fading lights
slips from the sky, it is here, i am here
in the moments of the night, so tempered with belief
that heaven knows, the soul of my grief
a sadness that leads me on, into the doors of tomorrow
the pain and sorrow, washes from these streets
the memories beaten, in the hours and weeks
long since past, i cast the mold, in the days, i am told
to move on, to drive on down, the roads before me
in the arms of a future, uncertain, in a calm, of summer and dreams
i meet her, in the truth, where beauty lingers
and the world holds her, in the soothing colors
of passion in between, this moment, and all the years revealed in me
for the moment, all is true
inside these eyes, inside the guise, of a night that welcomes the day
tomorrow believing, all that has said is gone, not in the doubt
but forever, in the world outside me, i am heaven
and heaven me, inside a world, of red and blue
the skies penetrate, and all is new
where i walk, before the words, i talk
endless on, in my mind, and before the eye i see
it is the memory that holds the sadness deep within me
inside this truth, and the heaven, staring back, at all that is meant to be