Every pair of eyes

 
In ancient lands and isolated villages,
in makeshift watercrafts
in the company of warlocks
and medicine men
and seductive shamans  
spreading secrets.
In temples and halfway houses,
in prisons and poetry books,
in photos taken in the past  
of people who didn't last,
I recognize...
one soul behind every pair of eyes.
 
And in wheelchairs behind window frames,
behind steering wheels and silent pains,
in family feuds and friendly fiascos,
in primitive solitude fishing with barbasco,
in court rooms and homeless shelters,
in award winning movie scenes  
depicting machines murdering men,
in hospital beds and in gangs of skinheads wearing ugly threads,
even the buzzkilling, overprotective feds
I recognize...
one soul in every pair of eyes.
 
And here, from where I stand
upon this cloud
I'm floating far from the fear.
I turn around,
I see the secret,
I forget regret,
So nearly free.
 
And I hear songs of long forgotten dreams,
I sense waves of time crashing, flowing with the stream,
I recognize...
the love that lingers in our eyes.