• They remind me of a still-faced pond
    Of the creatures within, swimming calmly
    Of rhythm, of song
    Of the sun in the winter
    Of the ice it commands glitter
    Of the aurora of the poles
    Of a peace without sinners

    They tell me some stories
    Of truth and of lies
    Of all that they've seen
    Of things that reside
    Of a never ending battle
    Of self-conflict
    Of a reliance on the world
    Of things they've seen fit

    They cannot see clearly
    Of the right path to take
    Of times they may rest
    Of when to awake
    Of what they know is inside
    Of a feeling of love
    All these things
    Of your eyes...