Judging Eyes
Those pure black eyes
Staring at me from the depths,
Protruding from the walls,
Oozing blood as they cry,
Feeding off my own energy,
I can feel them sucking my life away.
Down the river I flow
As I lay my back down,
Staring out my window
At the light blue sky,
The ocean above me
Flowing around,
The water coming down.
The eyes they stare
Judging my connection,
The world my hand runs against,
This tree to lean upon,
All are beautiful
Specially under the rays of the warm sun,
Making one feel
Very much alive.
The Curving Path 