The Eyes of The Gifted
By Tara Nicole Walker
Dedicated to Charles E. Lauderdale
8.19.2002
Sometimes what we need most
Is what we want least
And what we need least
Is what we want most
We can kneel and cry
Watching the winged horses of our fantasies
Sour by
And we lose again
We cry salty tears of pain
But hold our eyes closed none-the-less
Not wanting to look deep into those others and see
Pain, hope or even forgiveness
To see the shadow of someone else
Deep within the eyes of a child
As if they were possessed
Or gifted with powers that speak beyond the grave
Those eyes that when you look into them
You see twice the soul
Rebirth
Twice both pain
And mirth
There is the reflection of another
But to see it
Could cause tears of blood to flow
Pain the inner soul
The blessing of one's immortality
Will always be another'
S curse of remembrance
But the clock ticks on
With it's hollow sound
Thudding through the night
Calling
Whispering
Reaching
Drawing you closer
To the utter truth
That they still exist
While in the heart of someone else
Their soul roams the earth
Searching for the peace
Of The one blessed with a curse
The thudding of our heart resounds in your ears
As you stand at the crossroads
The turning point
At which you will decide the face
Of The One
The one and only who can show you that reflection
The one you embrace
The one you shun
Will you give a wandering soul
Rest?
As the dark mists of time pass
Swirling around you as you remain uncertain
Not wanting to become vulnerable
To the filmy hands that reach out to you
But as a spirit pass through you
They reach out for not someone to hold
Or touch
But for you
The wind blows around you
And carried on it are the faintest whispers
Of their voice
The simplest of words
Touching your inner soul]
"Embrace what there is…"
"And hope…"
"For what can be…"
"Love me…"