by Sanctuary Photography عيوني حزينه و السبب خافقي مضيوم و لا هلت العبرات ماني بـ لايمها
Missed Connections in Austin
The Poet Strikes Again
The lights were dim, dark, but light was in your eyes,
And I got lost, and I got lost, was lost in the ties,
That bound the night to us till the horizon broke the sky,
As we talked of everything of all of us, and all of us inside,
And I search for the meaning to the reason I lost you,
I remember you said you read these post and thus I write you,
Or maybe I just write, just to write out my heart,
Just to write out this disease of the belief in soul-mates and stars,
And maybe I write as always for no-one,
As always, always, I listen to the world and it’s slow song,
That binds me to the steadiness and the beauty.
Her Two Cents
Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and they are often what captures our attention and hearts first. They are what we remember for the longest of times, long after other details become hazy and vague. If we knew that for those special eyes, the ties bind longer and stronger than all others, we might chose to close the lids and never look. Or not.
