my eyes are filled

my eyes are filled with
your wonder
how fragile your
self-opinion seems
in comparison

Discretion

I have always felt deeply
And never met my match
In passion's ring,
How frightening do
I seem to others,
How unyielding as
A superpresent force.
I will hide my true nature
Beneath an eagle's eye,
Let my heart
Soar boldly through an
Endless inner sky.

A true heart

A true heart
Will know your beauty
Because it cares to see,
To set free rather than imprison,
To celebrate and to mourn
The past of present's memory,
And in your lips find freedom.
This night holds no guarantee,
No settled account,
But an infinite potential,
Given in a moment's grace
And gone before the rising moon,
To linger into sleeping.