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The Light in the Eyes
- The Light in the Eyes -
In the fleeting moments of the day exalted,
I walked down old roads, remembering lives.
Lives lived, lives lost, and love yearned for...
Near the ruins of an old, holy place I halted,
Thinking on the nature how mankind strives.
I pondered deeply, as I had oft done before!
Walking in crumbling halls, I spied a maiden,
All in black as if she mourned some dark fate.
She looked upon me as if thusly to condemn,
But in her eyes I saw that it was not too late.
To the lonely spirit, I spoke as if to command,
And the time ran, as if it were grains of sand.
Oh maid forlorn, why look upon me with evil?
I who but took pity, upon your weary form…
It was my intention to reach out ever kindly.
But all I see are eyes hard as stone in a mill!
In your face there is anger like unto a storm,
I have stumbled into your darkness, blindly.
Lift up your countenance unto the light, then,
If you can see light in these haunted places!
Give glory for all that gives joy unto women,
Hide not away in the depths of cold spaces!
Let me comfort you, so you may laugh loud,
Fearing no longer to know delight so proud.
And so did that young ghost sadly exclaim...
Oh angel, give your comfort unto living spirits,
For I am lost to the warmth of your embrace!
The light is dim here, and when even it quits,
Then no longer shall even you recall my face.
The living are not meant to know such pain...
But in you I sense a world of torments known.
Hidden from the sight of all, within your bone,
Within your blood, within your soul it so lies...
Before even the dead you cannot so disguise,
A heart broken before its' time, a soul fallen!
Where is the light for you, within this old den?
Do you not see me, so pale and bereft of love,
That I died alone, and saw no angels or dove!
You cannot help me, for my time passed by...
Now here I shall weep, and here I shall sigh.
In truth, I saw no light in that old stone hall,
Nor any trapped in the ancient church's wall.
Though people once raised voice up in song,
Now they were gone, and years passed long.
Only this maiden remained, praying faithfully,
For some power to redeem her unspoken sin.
I know not the nature of whatever sad injury,
Which made her so bitter, and broken within.
But because I never turned a living soul aside,
I could not forsake this spirit, nor go and hide.
It was not in my nature to turn others away...
For I once walked alone, when I went astray.
I do see you, and my eyes see beauty bright,
Forsaken in life, but not lost to those of sight!
I can help you, for your redemption is nigh...
Look into my eyes, and nevermore light deny.
All this I told the dark maid, and she did weep,
Her tears fell as blood, into the stone to seep.
She saw the light within my eyes, at long last…
She rushed forward to meet it, moving so fast!
I held her for a second, and she disappeared,
Finding the peace she lacked and even feared.
But in whose eyes will I find comfort so dear...
Whilst I walk in the darkness and shed a tear?
Not all souls lost, are those bereft of all flesh...
And the light is still waiting, so warm and fresh!
Not the light of some distant world yet to come,
But that of love, which lies in the eyes of some.
In the fleeting moments of the day exalted,
I walked down old roads, remembering lives.
Lives lived, lives lost, and love yearned for...
Near the ruins of an old, holy place I halted,
Thinking on the nature how mankind strives.
I pondered deeply, as I had oft done before!
Walking in crumbling halls, I spied a maiden,
All in black as if she mourned some dark fate.
She looked upon me as if thusly to condemn,
But in her eyes I saw that it was not too late.
To the lonely spirit, I spoke as if to command,
And the time ran, as if it were grains of sand.
Oh maid forlorn, why look upon me with evil?
I who but took pity, upon your weary form…
It was my intention to reach out ever kindly.
But all I see are eyes hard as stone in a mill!
In your face there is anger like unto a storm,
I have stumbled into your darkness, blindly.
Lift up your countenance unto the light, then,
If you can see light in these haunted places!
Give glory for all that gives joy unto women,
Hide not away in the depths of cold spaces!
Let me comfort you, so you may laugh loud,
Fearing no longer to know delight so proud.
And so did that young ghost sadly exclaim...
Oh angel, give your comfort unto living spirits,
For I am lost to the warmth of your embrace!
The light is dim here, and when even it quits,
Then no longer shall even you recall my face.
The living are not meant to know such pain...
But in you I sense a world of torments known.
Hidden from the sight of all, within your bone,
Within your blood, within your soul it so lies...
Before even the dead you cannot so disguise,
A heart broken before its' time, a soul fallen!
Where is the light for you, within this old den?
Do you not see me, so pale and bereft of love,
That I died alone, and saw no angels or dove!
You cannot help me, for my time passed by...
Now here I shall weep, and here I shall sigh.
In truth, I saw no light in that old stone hall,
Nor any trapped in the ancient church's wall.
Though people once raised voice up in song,
Now they were gone, and years passed long.
Only this maiden remained, praying faithfully,
For some power to redeem her unspoken sin.
I know not the nature of whatever sad injury,
Which made her so bitter, and broken within.
But because I never turned a living soul aside,
I could not forsake this spirit, nor go and hide.
It was not in my nature to turn others away...
For I once walked alone, when I went astray.
I do see you, and my eyes see beauty bright,
Forsaken in life, but not lost to those of sight!
I can help you, for your redemption is nigh...
Look into my eyes, and nevermore light deny.
All this I told the dark maid, and she did weep,
Her tears fell as blood, into the stone to seep.
She saw the light within my eyes, at long last…
She rushed forward to meet it, moving so fast!
I held her for a second, and she disappeared,
Finding the peace she lacked and even feared.
But in whose eyes will I find comfort so dear...
Whilst I walk in the darkness and shed a tear?
Not all souls lost, are those bereft of all flesh...
And the light is still waiting, so warm and fresh!
Not the light of some distant world yet to come,
But that of love, which lies in the eyes of some.
Published 13th Oct 2012
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