Through The Eyes Of All I See

renew the vows of my youth

inside a shell of reveries

elicited by the language of all spells

arrested among the ramparts of so many yesterdays

songs that touched our soul in speechless forms

climbing the waves of peace

love that comes in colors only

sensed by the hearts of those that rest

their ghosts in promises of life

sounds that greet the burnish of hands

that bear the sphere of freedom

awaking the eyes of all the things that

in their virtues perish as fall for

the faults around them

the distance between the suns that rise

and the rivers that run to their

silent dissolution

the residence of my kingdom

fixed, reflected among the shores of gold

by what pronounces voices of hope

the desires of erstwhile perplexed in reality

distinguished from the unenlightement

arousing inside of me the sagacity of my words

wandering inside and across all the levels

of beauty only the nature of truth can design

trough the eyes of all I see

longing to be,

whatever it might mean,

along your ways,

the belief of a star in a cloudy sky

maybe I'm fated to fulfill

the wishes of a gleaming history

of your joyful world

and to have my soul as the mirror

of a firmament built by little

signs of the greatness of existence