take these hands and lead me
to the windows of your soul.
in those autumn depths,
let me find myself in these pools
of rich amber, glistening with
the splendour of a thousand suns,
of great mystery and beauty
which cannot be gauged by
worldly measures alone. let me
be the subject of your gaze,
sweet and dripping with honey,
hexagons moulded into crescent
moons grant me the tenderness
of a mother to her newborn child;
i experience gentle affection,
through these all-seeing orbs of yours,
Silence is my masquerade
I saw you my love, but I pretend
like I didn't hear your eyes serenade.
He: hey
She:
He clutched my heart and gushed out through my eyes
Do you think,do you think, do you think
If I blink,if I blink, if I blink
You won't be so near
That's my fear
That this will all disappear
Do you think,do you think,do you think
If I close my eyes
I'll be in for a surprise
I'll realize
This is all a fantasy
A made up twisted reality
A fairy tale gone wrong
In a far away land
Don't know why my mind can't understand
Don't know why it won't comprehend
Don't know why I don't believe
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I’m not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.
Mad eyes,
glazed and deep,
slice slowly,
dissecting each
motion.
Lost in
phosphorescent seas
whose waters
we have
long since
forgotten.
O strange devices that alone divide
The seër from the seen--
The very highway of earth's pomp and pride
That lies between
The traveller and the cheating, sweet delight
Of where he longs to be,
But which, bound hand and foot, he, close on night,
Can only see.
The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there--
Its two webs.
The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.
There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
STREPHON kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
People that I meet and pass
In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
And have never found before,
Do you know how much you tell
In the meeting of our eyes,
How ashamed I am, and sad
To have pierced your poor disguise?
Secrets rushing without sound
Crying from your hiding places--
Let me go, I cannot bear
The sorrow of the passing faces.
--People in the restless street,
Can it be, oh can it be
In the meeting of our eyes
That you know as much of me?
I know the stars by their names,
Aldebaran, Altair,
And I know the path they take
Up heaven's broad blue stair.
I know the secrets of men
By the look of their eyes,
Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts
Have made me sad and wise.
But your eyes are dark to me
Though they seem to call and call--
I cannot tell if you love me
Or do not love me at all.
I know many things,
But the years come and go,
I shall die not knowing
The thing I long to know.
Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine.
We have long been lovers,
We know the range
Of each other's moods
And how they change;
But when we look
At each other so
Then we feel
How little we know;
The spirit eludes us,
Timid and free--
Can I ever know you
Or you know me?