Hand me that picture on the wall....

"Accepting all I've done and said, I want to stand and stare again till there's nothing left.. oh, it remains there in your eyes..."

I'll never forget that day; I saw something beautiful. They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I can remember when beauty was in the eye of the beheld. Look carefully, perhaps you'll see it too.

In your eyes I could see the reflection of a brilliant sky, painted with quick and gentle colors, struck with bolts of pure blue and white. I wanted to dive into them, wash my hands in the coolness of the summer overseer, bathe in the crisp pools of untouched and virgin skyline. Wings were meant to be spread in such a vast stretch of creation, and the air welcomed them in.

"Whatever comes and goes, I will hear your silent call and I will touch this tender wall, until I know I'm home again..."

Not to hush the sounds of still things, I gaze into the everlasting warmth with quiet lips and wait for that vibrant, vibrant silence. I hear the strength of a thousand mighty waves rolling with their sea-like thunder- the ocean that breathes behind you- the expanse of velvety waters I see in your earthy eyes. Bring me to them. Turn me underneath the perfect folding of the foaming white and crystal clear waves. If even my fingertips...

"In your eyes,
the light the heat,
in your eyes
I am complete,
in your eyes
I see the doorway
in your eyes
to a thousand churches,
in your eyes..."