St. Francis Revisited
there's a strange look in your eyes
a sort of stunned silence
as if you can't quite believe
that you're seeing what you are
the shadows that surround you
have for a moment repented
and attacks have ceased
unexpectedly, a moment of peace
i see your eyes
i cannot look beyond them
a silver blue shimmering wall
blocks my vision
with most people
the eyes are the window to the soul
but your eyes are different
your eyes mask your soul
i try to pierce the mists
to see beyond
to be one of those who
walk the path of Wisdom
and I find that I fail
all my questions lead to confusion
all your answers, your reactions
your actions, your ways, curious
curious as why sunshine is yellow
curious as why the sky is blue
i cannot see beyond your eyes
i cannot see your soul
i wish i knew why i see the stunned silence
perhaps it is my imagination
but i feel that i see pain beyond them
masked and hidden away for years
is there something you wish to share?
i could almost swear there's something
that you're not saying, that you've never said
that only the shadows know, and they are silent
please don't think that i am prying
rather, realize instead i am praying
i wish to be used as an instrument of aid
and i've realized understanding comes from the divine
understanding is not a mortal invention
that i can create for myself
simply by weaving a web
since it will inherently be flawed
the stunned silence in your eyes
the way you look at me
choreographed perfectly
yet without meaning
i feel like i've met
artificial intelligence
cold, calculating
perfectly precise
yet without emotion
without that human flair
and with a interestingly seeded
random number generator to keep things interesting
i wish i understood the stunned silence in your eyes
i wish i could help you find your voice
i wish i could aid somehow in you finding yourself
i wish that your eyes could shine with strength
for therein, friend, lies the heart of beauty
the eyes are the window to the soul, they say
and the soul is the what i find most alluring
and yours is masked behind those delicate eyes
so beautiful
so fragile
so silent
so stunned
what do the shadows know
what do they whisper
what truths are there
what might i find one day
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace
Where there is hatred...let me sow love
Where there is injury...pardon
Where there is doubt...faith
Where there is despair...hope
Where there is darkness..light
Where there is sadness...joy
Where there is silence... sound
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