And In Thy Eyes
By sidewinder
A measure in time where celebrations touch in the quiet forever reaching the light held warm, Gentled in the embrace, Thirst forever where the soul clings, And in thy eyes brief delights rage as ages come and go, Savored beneath the silence, Dagger sharpened with emotion, And the fine taste of those ventures rise through the undertones. June 11, 1999 Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 07:32 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"A measure in time..."