Eyes

Eyes
Discovering, I pull myself into her eyes.Beyond my reflection, I bathe in a tempest of thought.A man Homer, I set sail in epic journey.On the seas of her mind, I am tossed like cork.I seek the answer to a thousand questions.Past, present and future are one, as I strain to breathe.The world seems to stop as she is my anchor.To let go would be to fall from the edge of life,And be eaten by the dragons in my mind.As the darkness turns to morning light,Questions remain, as does my reflection in her eyes.It was there, in her eyes, that I found myself.
Tarek Nassif
2006