Gentle Eyes

Gentle eyes please turn away from me there's far too much to see the gentle whys and wherefores will not matter some questions herald doom gentle hands that tear apart the clogged, dark chambers of my heart entomb me soon, before the time draws into the new moon gentle feet that walk in silence down the halls in varied guidance that's why I'm afraid to love you every word that's carved above you stated plainly: "NO." gentle lips held pursed before me sometimes placate or deplore me  trembling, they don't explore me  voices held in terror gentle tears I cannot shed are choked back long for you instead faces lit in tones of red withhold the prophecy gentle eyes that see right through me sometimes wither or renew me  and yet, I always compromise when I look in your gentle eyes Mark Burton Wednesday, January 25, 2006, 2:34 A.M.