In her eyes, my fall

If you were to see what she could feel,

maybe then would you understand.

How much pain is on the wind,

or how much each tear means to her.

The forest in which she hides,

is always darkened by her fear.

No light able to penetrate her heart,

no life able to sustain itself.

If you listen to the winds therein,

her voice would be quite clear.

Take caution when you approach her,

as her heart speaks in riddles of love.

When you look into her eyes you will see,

the pain she has come to embrace.

I have had her close enough to touch,

it was then she disappeared.

Like waves of passion reaching their shores,

her eyes took away my love.

Somewhere in this forest of dreams,

all nightmares are made to be seen.

With no moonlight to accept her soul,

she always cries out in the depths of hell.

Look again and see her there just waiting,

with eyes of illusion she sees who you are inside.









Johnny Newell