Eyes Alone

I've seen it in your eyes,

this thing I can't explain,

no matter how I try,

for it hasn't got a name.

They're a little like tobacco,

that's been seasoned in the sun;

A deep, rich glowing earth tone,

That's stirred my mind a-buzz.

They're a little like the water,

with endless things to find.

So, I look and look still further,

becoming lost in their design.

They're a little like a mirror,

or some stained and holy glass,

that begs you to come nearer,

as you pray the moment lasts.

Your eyes they tell a story,

of something soft and sweet.

So, I'll let mine go exploring,

whenever they should meet.

There is no word to call them,

that could say, just what I mean.

Your eyes they have no end;

They're like windows to a dream.