Bright Eyes

A period of grace, leaves, the face
Love of gentle splendor; with the true eye.
Perceptions of glory (of this facet the eternal spring)
Beings sing; with countless tales too.

Hence forth a will to do, is this love?

Unending and forever a spiral of courage
Pursuing itself, not a thing lost…
         Evermore found.

Gifts and restlessness
Aside and sustained,

The soul of the divine much more giving
Semblance with mind, of thee the brightest eyes shine.

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