Eyes are not eyes,
but soul caged in a glassy case,
pressing forever
onto the crystalline walls
for a perennial escape.
with a tiny slice of light,
throbbing within,
the soul weeps
over its lost eternity,
over that ocean of freedom;
and the glass overflows!
how many galaxies hidden,
and how many milkyways?
limitless space of
boundless memories
flowing down the light years...
I gaze into your eyes,
And you into mine.
As ages pass by,
we see the soul taking wings,
and flying over
the countless waves
of massive light years,
to the land of vision,
to the sight of truth!
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