| Your Eyes are Peerless Your eyes are peerless as they swallow the yellow of the moon, the ripples of fortune�s sea sing in chords of ribbons, yet lack the tunes of spirited horses. Spring has succumb to a lavish death, and gypsies rest their tales in the midnight oyster, does the light bring a squint to your sorrow eyes? Twilight is breathing love in the misty woods, awaiting your silken embrace. shalome � 2004 |