Archived Work 7

Your Eyes (from '98)

Blue as the sky on a clear summer's day,
as the water in the purest mountain stream.
Full of emotions pent up inside,
but I can see through to you.
I see pain, sorrow, sadness, and hurt,
mixed in with traces of regret.
But somehow you have weathered the storm.
Laughter bubbles up from an ocean of tears;
joy and happiness shine through the clouds.
And I dare to hope, dare to dream
about what I see now.
Is it my imagination or is it truth?
One day I will know,
but time moves so slowly
and I am caught in a storm of my own.
Mists of confusion and clouds of uncertainty
block my vision of truth.
But understanding is starting to shine.
Soon the mists will disolve and the clouds will part
and I will realize
exactly what I have read so many times.
In your eyes.