Your Eyes

Soft in the morning light

they gaze into my soul

they find (although i though that no one could)

the truth that lies within. A not so distant truth

which longhence forbidden to dance, to laugh, to cry.

Those were all banished-and yet a revolution has

filled the air and one glorious disenchanting

glance has set my soul ablaze.

I do not know who you are.

Your eyes are my only memory,

so soft, so near.