a window

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