The Path to the Depths of Your Soul

Written by Jenn Rust

The bright sun reflecting at dusk in the blackened waters,
The eagle soaring high above,
The graceful snowflakes falling softly on the ground--
None of these compare to your beautiful eyes.

The golden leaves on dying trees, burned by the fiery sun,
Rolling hills of deep sea green,
The silver moon lighting the earth below--
None of these compare to your abysmal eyes.

The dew reflecting the fresh morning sky,
The gently falling, springtime rain,
The bluish sky above us all--
None of these compare to your veracious eyes.

The mysterious steam rising from a chilly lake in winter,
The tearful song of a saddened lark,
The empty cry of a lonely wolf--
None of these compare to your desolate eyes.

They are like parched soil
Absorbing everything in sight.
They are like depthless enigmas
Unable to decipher their own depth.
They are like precise mirrors
Reflecting the blackness of the soul.
And whenever I look at them
They take me in and lead me through the labyrinths of your mind.
They let me understand all the pain you're feeling
And make me forget by the time I'm gone.
For only moments do I know what you hide
Behind your solemn, truthful eyes.

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