eyes in a spectrum of flight.
Seeking knowledge beyond sight.
Within the feel, within the touch,
a hush of avid movement.
every action of the past.
Mesmerized, the soul will speak at last.
Gray to silver. Back again.
Transitions in the eyes of men.
that their sight must be the right.
In undiluted visions shining bright.
Fields of flowers. A land of light.
A pond of existence. An ocean of fright.
from the power of their dreams.
Dancing in and out of faery rings.
Touching close, but still unsensed.
The lie put to their vigilance.
In the nature of all bonding.
Eyes dazzling too bright
Beyond the light...
? Michaelette ?
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