WIND-FULL EYES

Your eyes gather my attention ... they draw me in, as the wind gathers up leaves, so my heart is swept away at thy sight.
In an overwhelming swirl, I'm left lost and wandering in an unnatural world, though I wrestle for my senses ... I fail in my struggle.
My lips feel numb, my words sound confused, my mind is clouded, like a misty fog pouring over me ... but for the sight of your eyes ... I would be blind!
When thy soul is happy, your eyes fill the room, I who was once a free man, am now bound and held thy captive. Your eyes are as that of a fawn, gazing through the meadow, I would touch my fingers to thy brow but as I approach, you move away, Though I speak to thee with gentle words, you don't know my voice.
When your eyes weep they are like a sculpture of ice, melting away, revealing thy soul to me. Outer images fade away, the facade of life passes, as what is in, pours out and what was hidden ... I now see.
I let my lips upon your eyes, so thy tears melt into my mouth, I drink to the full of thy love.
Your secrets you thought I shouldn't know ... they're now safely hidden in my heart. You make yourself vulnerable to me ... you trust me to be tender ... I AM!
-By John Thomas

We have to start somewhere

"'Tis simple to prevail with deeds alone, though words search out ever deeper meaning. I'll draw ever deep... with harden plow... and open her covered soil. Giving light where darkness hides and expose her hidden feelings. Like the wind climbing the mountain side, I'll cover over her, never saying... It Is Enough!" -John Thomas