Friday, July 26, 2013

Vous etes mes yeux...

Whence He came
Like light
Blinding
Taking away eyes mine
As if Love
Taking away all
One by one,
Making one
The true
The beggar,

me sings
In joy
As if love
Taking away all
Like a french song
Within
Silent
Like Loving Him
The Lord,
The Blind,
The Blinding Light
And The Seer the Best...
me sings
French
Like one Silvery serene voiced
True
Once...
' vous etes mes yeux...'

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