Only Lover's Eyes

sparkles rest in an ocean's mist

but what are they reflecting?

the natural ocean

black

there lays no answers.

an ocean in itself has no ripples,

no depth.

nothing is withheld in it.

ripples are the moon's making.

the ocean's life belongs to the creatures within.

the natural ocean

black

there lays no answers.

sparkles come not from the sea.

outside of it, is what you see.

the natural ocean

black

there lays no answers.

god did not paint your face on the ocean.

no lovely face returns your gaze.

the only way, to have him hear your prayer,

is to look elsewhere.

another mist, holds your reflection.

and it is not in fact another ocean.

but just as glassy,

just as clear,

it brims with life

and shuts in fear.

blue as the ocean is supposed to be.

salty, just as the ocean is bitter.

here is where you find your reflection,

here is where you find your answer.