Ariadne's Thread

In God's Eyes

In a midnight cry, in a moment hum

the world explode, by effervescent light

and beating thrum, upon the eyes

of sweet vixen street, inside the rivers

waters drown, and collide with thoughts

reaching from the depths of hours

spent by street light aisles or dark alley ways

not in our speak, all certainty does find

itself unaware, of such anger by midnight's wake

when all in itself, is but by the children

of this devilish state, by then, be a man

and hold her head in the strength of your hands

in the temperaments of steel, world entwined

what do they wield, for all the love does shine on down

from the heavens in avenues of vast ocean skies

the colors do tend, as blue and green

so do hear, as all that is heard does appeal

to give your love a tickle, on the skin

of a man who does not quite understand

all his love, or love shall be

a part of your sweet beauty, by the corner of night

in heaven do hold, all eyes to gaze upon

and see the riches of your life slip slowly

down stream, in pools of red, by city street

and alley way, the world of angels does beckon

your call, as the thunder you hold

is beauty in any other world, but these alone

do reckon and shall find, all eyes starring upon

your body walking in the street, as sounds divide

to seek, but not to find the words of life

one day you shall wake from this dream

to find the world does scream