Windows of the soul they say,
dark mirrors reflecting the light, yet allowing those invisible energies to pass through.
So deep, harbouring a wisdom that comes from everything they’ve ever witnessed,
borne from a collective of memories, she has seen, and I see it all as her gaze falls upon me.
Losing myself, a willing participant caught up in a moment
which always ends too soon, hopefully a fleeting happenstance, eternity trapped within them….
A dream I have whenever sleep calls me away from consciousness,
resting physically upon her chest, looking up and falling into those pools of infinity.
I never want to fall back out again.
Steve B 10/08
 
 
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