My lover's eyes are free from care

My lover’s eyes are free from care And so often, with just a stare She holds the power to take me there: A sweet deliverance She can inspire me with just a glance Taken across the room by chance Hinting at sorrow, and romance But on the long tomorrow Though I may be dreaming it all And stand to be the one to fall, And fall so far from standing tall, Slowly, I start the dance Someday her hair – like soft harp strings – Will tell the beauty that she sings And consequences that it brings Are love, and joy, and splendor Mark Burton Wednesday, January 18, 2006, 3:23 A.M.