It was in the cathedral of open dreams <br />The firmament, we call the sky... <br />Nearby birds were on the wing <br />My eyes, met yours, with but a sigh; <br />It was in the relentless mountains <br />Those imminent peaks, we strive to climb <br />Ascending, it seemed, into infinity... <br />Where your eyes, did indeed, meet mine; <br />It was in the clouds of perfection <br />Where the wind dare not go, nor try <br />Near to Heaven and far away from Earth <br />That we-spoke of love-eye to eye;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eyes-have-it-8/
