Deep within the depths of your eyes, <br />Those placid mirrors that burn with the fire of your soul, <br />I see the reflection of an impostor, <br />A fool who has drunk deep from fantasy's bowl. <br />No masks of lies can hide the truth, <br />For there are few who cannot part the mists. <br />But some there be who cannot see the reality <br />Spoken by those by shadows kissed. <br />Your words caress with fingertips of silk, <br />Unfurling a land of scented smoke and lace, <br />But the voice that cools my fevered mind <br />May never be connected to a face. <br />Far stretch the spanning skies <br />That part the outstretched hand from star, <br />But distance has not meaning for statues, <br />That stand forever, wherever they are.<br /><br />K.M. Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-the-stars-to-fall/
