a window
my face is now just a window
in this world
that hangs here for a place
to hold these eyes and peer
my face that hangs here
and looks at you
and wonders if you
know where i am and if i am
here and if i am there
a mirror in a face that hangs here
like a mirror in a frame looking
for you
infinite space
my face is just a window
in this world
i have moved on to some infinite plane
in some infinite space to set free
moving through this world
seeing what i can see
and seeking out
the next soul
to set free
these eyes
these eyes that look for you
these eyes that hide in you
until the soul
is met with you
open these eyes
could you open these eyes
these eyes to your heart
could you open these eyes
these eyes to your soul
could you open these eyes
these eyes to your mind
could you open these eyes
and try to find what it is
that you hide
when you try
so hard not to
see
yourself
-tom
