You look down, and I smile
There is a blush in those eyes
And I beg for more, to see into
The Depth of your soul.
You break eyes and I leave
Lavished and pleased, that
I may get a new vision, If
I beg with you and plead
For those eyes.
You look down, our eyes met
Come place our souls back
Into their set, orchestra plays
Our hearts seem to dance
Endless days, when you are
Around. This is flight,
Not touching Ground
Move, lift your head
Bring our spirits round
Spinning in mid air,
We are dancing yet, all we
Are, are two souls sitting here
In this moment there is no such thing
As sound, the universe is in those eyes
I’m found.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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