Treasures Poem by Deborah Cromer

I heard a flock of seagulls in my car today
They sang you can run, but you cannot get away
I need more material in which to write
Creativity drawn from within my sight
I need your eyes, so much I need your eyes
They show freedom and blue from the wildest of skies
You must look into my eyes by your own choice
Often I want to ask for this, but have no voice
I could look inside your vision and take what I need
But this would be steeling and show only greed
On your own will, by only your wish and mind
By this I may see and gather all magic I find
Yes I do say magic, I feel souls so deep
I write my treasures on paper to always keep
To me this is special, but I need more to live
One look from the heart has so much to give