Beautiful eyes so far away stretched across the span of time another life another time another person young full of
promise and sadness and hope and fear and passion and rage. This is the quiet that always comes before the
end and the end always comes over and over. Days pass into night dragging the spirit tearing at the ground
holding to loss nails dug in tearing the earth then slammed down hard to stare at the sky empty of thought and
direction until once more the familiar arrives guiding heart into another day. Beauty imprisoned to be seen and felt
in passing but never inside only close inspiring but never fulfilling, never a union for a moment. A glance a look in
passing a smell a sight, warm sun on your face and arms but never to live there never to rest.

If only remember those eyes, windows into eternity such utter encapsulating beauty deep full of color impish
playful unencumbered irresistible offering nothing but their beauty and their dance and for a moment their filling of
pure color and sensual depth, just a moment spent causally and quickly. Utter beauty and strength tossed upward
into the expanse to dissipate with time and distance leaving only a distant memory of a moment.

So tired, so tired why so little purchased with so much beauty youth and strength, consumed by the insatiable
furnace boring lifeless inhaling beauty exhaling rambling musings of a disconnected soul.