Your eyes
I can see it in your eyes;
the sun setting in a midsummer night,
coloring the ocean with glorious light.
I can hear it in your voice;
the sounds of the heavenly Gods singing,
watching, where church bells are ringing.
I can feel it in your touch;
the wind flying through the mountains,
taming the fire, risen from their fountains.
I can smell it in your hair;
the presence of a million shining flowers,
possesing paradise-born, healing powers.
I can taste it in your kiss;
the flavour of ancient, God given, spices,
so strong that ghosts from their graves arise.
