Into my own eyes
Now In front of me not near but far,
I see a solemn look a lonely face,
A forgotten friend, a wandering star
Someone whose light I dare not grace,
I call out to him, visit me here,
But still his anger has yet been faced
I see him there at t' end of life's pier,
A man known only to all as me,
Not even his voice can I now hear
And yet I still watch him silently,
A love for this stranger in my eyes,
Wondering if he'll ever notice me
And yet I feel no surprise,
As I stare into his unbroken gaze,
To find myself staring back through this mans eyes
