It is in the meeting of our eyes
that mystery gives way;
and for a moment does comprise
what words can never say.
It is there every light is bound,
there all grace is renewed,
there sweet hope is found,
and all noble virtue imbued.
It is there our fates entwine,
past the veils of dusk and dawn,
there inspiration does shine,
and joyful breath is drawn.
Yes, in the meeting of our eyes
a splendid song takes wing.
A delightful wanted surprise
that grants a heart eternal spring.
© Branna O’Dea
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