All can be resolved
Within the corridors
Of those eyes,
New realms are realized
Like the wings of
Butterflies after the
First communion
With the sky,
Those eyes are
My souls allies,
My mind elects to
Render each eye
Contact that her
Eyes supply,
I’m subjected to
The paramount gaze
That she chimes as if
Our mutual planets align,
Her gaze is paradise
– Nick F. Hawkins
Sacred Thinking 