Taking control of the vertical,
Horizontal, controlling sight and sound,
Entering into this is to ensure travel.
Get me, from the ghetto, I say.
Here I wish, like in Alice’s day.
Emergent, is my complete plea.
Take me away, please set me free.
Blues eyes glistening until the end of time.
Never to see these pair would be a crime.
Some say the eyes are the window of our soul.
They speak beyond, though some circle and roll.
Look beyond the far side of me,
look beyond what you see.
Look from depth of your heart,
Look over each part.
Of the ones not known
Those who ask nothing
Though do very much
To the top of the hill, I climbed so fast.
To see if my eyes, could reveal the past,
Before the rage, the silence overridden,
Out of the gilded cage, I am forbidden.
I pray, to thee, this very day.
You see my heart, everyway.
My faith is your solid glory.
My heart is your loving story.
My eyes beheld a shadow of light.
One mid spring mysterious night,
Only the moon could shine so bright.
Nearer to the wooded crest in my sight,
Twin flames I see in the shades of mystic colors.
One, which holds the world on the brink of falling,
One, which shall burn until infinity and beyond,
Many swirls, which confirm life beyond this existence,