The Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul…

(Why We Are Angels...)

Slaves to silent light

Unseen but to you and I;

We are as angels…

If I am the shade,

Then you are the burning flame

That creates shadow

And purifies us.

Through eternity we soar,

To places we dream.

Slaves to silent light

Unseen, though its radiance

Would put God to shame.

Purest black and white;

A monochrome symmetry.

Symmetrical soul…

Beauty beyond me;

Where angels still fear to tread.

Show me to your soul…

Slaves to silent light

Unseen, and your eyes lead me

Where no eyes could go…