In Your Eyes

In Your Eyes

A Poem by wuliheron
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These are Peter Gabriel's words, but I could not improve on them whatsoever for my book. Note this poem expresses neotenic tendencies using contextual vagueness. Imagine a child's interpretation.

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In Your Eyes



Love... I get so lost... sometimes…


Days pass... and this emptiness... fills my heart.
When I Want To... Run... Away...
I Drive Off... In My Car...
But Whichever Way... I Go...
I come back to the place you are...

All My Instincts... They Return...
And The Grand Facade... So Soon Will Burn...
Without A Noise... Without My Pride…



I reach out... from the inside…



In Your Eyes!


The Light The Heat!
In Your Eyes!
I Am Complete!
In Your Eyes!
I See The Doorway…

To A Thousand Churches!
In Your Eyes...
The Resolution…

Of All The Fruitless Searches!
In Your Eyes...
I See The Light And The Heat!
In... Your... Eyes...
Ohhh, I Want To Be That Complete!
I Want To Touch The Light, The Heat I See In Your Eyes!



Love... I don't like... to see so much pain…


So much wasted... and this moment... keeps slipping away.

I get so tired... of working... so hard... for our... survival…

I look to the time with you, to keep me awake and alive.

And All My Instincts... They Return…

And The Grand Facade, So Soon Will Burn!

Without A Noise... Without My Pride…


I reach out… from the inside…


In Your Eyes!


The Light The Heat,
In Your Eyes!
I Am Complete,
In Your Eyes!
I See The Doorway…

In Your Eyes...

To A Thousand Churches!
In Your Eyes...
The Resolution…

In Your Eyes...

Of All The Fruitless Searches!
In Your Eyes...
I See The Light And The Heat!
In Your Eyes!
Ohhh, I Want To Be That Complete!
I Want to Touch The Light, The Heat I See in Your Eyes!
In Your Eyes... in your eyes...
In
Your Eyes... in your eyes...
In
Your Eyes... in your eyes…

(Peter Gabriel)


© 2018 wuliheron


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Added on December 5, 2018
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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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