“With Brown Eyes Pleading”

With brown eyes tenderly pleading,
I look up to the stars to see where you are
But you are not to be found.
I look to the sky, wondering why
You've affected my world in such a way
As to question all things that exist
And to see it all as a play.
In the grand scheme of things unseen
I do have a place, or so it seems,
My seeming forgetfulness
Of all that exists is but a dream.
So now the quest becomes
To find that place - that existence
To which my heart belongs.
With brown eyes tenderly pleading,
I pray only to belong
In the unseen grand scheme of things.
I wish to wake from the dream
Of this seeming non-reality.

~*~
05/2001


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