When I Gaze Into Your Eyes

When I gaze into your eyes
Time begins to slip away
I'm unsure then if it's been seconds
Minutes, or even an hour
Passed by unconsciously
As that contemplative river begins to flow again
Taking me somewhere strangely familiar
Yet always different, and I realize
I never want to return
As I'm well hidden, deep inside your eyes;
My slow boat into dense, sun-streamed jungles,
Or free flight over cool, clouded mountains,
The color and light ever changing,
Secret storm of earth to be imbibed
One enigmatic shade at a time-
Rites of the delicious mystery
Of finding only you inside.

by Patti Masterman

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