Until Her Stare
I would have loved to live
a life far away from love.
I dreamt it and I saw it.
That freely living life of loneliness
with all its whirling wind of freedom,
had always lived with and in me
until that very special stare.
Those two small glowing stars that burn
as bright as the morning sun yet as cool as
the evening rays, as piercing as a trojan's arrow
yet as livening as sunset dews. The eyes
of the moon, all the eyes of the world,
cannot be compared to these. Has there ever been,
is there any and will there ever be anyone
with features as ...