*Something In His Eyes*
There was something different in his eyes that evening;
something that held a restrained beauty
of power and elegance.
And far within his spirit, I could hear a song playing;
An angelic lead voice singing wild and free;
A nearly forgotten melody of
embracing dynamics.
His waters were running deeper than the ocean,
and with every hesitant lockage of our eyes,
I yearned to delve into his very soul.
Only to walk among the corridors of his mind,
along the chambers of his guarded heart;
Only to see the depths of his personality.
Anything to be a part of him.
Though the clouds of worriment would usually
shroud over the picture, leaving the
scene a distorted image,
I saw something different in his eyes that evening:
A subtle breakage amid the distant storm,
a clearing in his long-tormented skies...
a modest sparkle in his eyes.
