Where Hawks Fly
[A/N - this poem is dedicated to a certain Keaton W.]

I was sleeping one night
When I saw a strange sight
Your eyes bore into mine
And I could feel them shine
But was it just a dream
'Cause I see it every day
And no matter who I tell
It will not go away
I was walking one day
But I was going the wrong way
I bowed down my head
And I saw a bird was dead
It suddenly took off
I saw its open eyes
They were the same as yours
The dream where hawks fly
I must see through the glass
This loving you will pass
You're not the one I'm wanting
But those eyes of yours are haunting
You gave me all your trust
But what I don't understand
Is that during all these games
You never gave me your hand
And now I do not see
That love will never be
You were only playing a game
But somewhere behind the name
Is a place I see most often
If I look up in the sky
Those eyes still look upon me
From where the hawks fly