Soul Eyes

Your soul eyes,
They find me in the pitch dark night
And remind me of all that is wise.
Sing to me, my love, about the coming sunrise.

There is nothing in my head
I am all alone,
Seated upon a dead king’s throne.
Nothing is as it appears.

Your soul eyes,
They fashion a world far from here;
Where passions stir and envelop the lovers,
Where life lifts us to its flowing.

Your soul eyes,
They bring forth a longing
And throw my destiny into tumult;
As if I am nailed to your holy rosy cross,
Barely able to stay afloat.

Your soul eyes.

© Kevin Silous 2004