Behind Those Eyes.
Behind Those Eyes.
By Tara Nicole Golden.
I know what lies behind your eyes.
In that barren, sun-scorched, sear and parched landscape.
I have seen your eyes before
And I know you, ah yes, I know you.
You hate what I am, what we are.
You hate that we exist, that we flourish
Despite the searing heat of your hatred
But mostly you hate that we are not you.
We are not you because we have wings
We soar and test the winds
We fly free from the cage
We have broken the lock and opened the door.
You see us, flying
To dizzying heights,
To see past the horizon
While all you see is through the bars of your cage.
And you hate that we dare
That we dream, that we seek
That we find what we seek
In the mirror surface of the sky.
You would starve us
Deny us, take from us what would nourish us,
But we feed on a banquet of sunlight and rainbows
Away from your shadows.
We are what you are not.
We are brave, we are strong
We dare, we dare
To ask the important questions.
“Who am I?”
The question you could never ask
In case the answer might be
That you have wings and could fly.
Yes, many of us have stood at the curtain
And questioned our fate
And finding our purpose
Have laughed at the Footman.
To fly is a form of laughter
We swoop and pinwheel
At dizzying heights
And you think we should fear… we must fear
Your glare?
The glitter of your jealous eyes
Behind your safe, gilded bars?
And you wonder why we laugh.
For try as you might,
You can never catch us
Can never touch our souls that soar
And circle so far overhead.
We have seen the horizon
We have seen the sun rising
We have seen rainbows in the clouds
That promise a better tomorrow.
And we know that the sky
That wonderful, blue expanse
Has no limits, no bars to hold us
That if we try we can fly ever higher
Until we all
Circling far above you
Glittering with our shared light
Become a star…
A star reflected in your tears
That hides the hatred in your eyes.
By Tara Nicole Golden.
I know what lies behind your eyes.
In that barren, sun-scorched, sear and parched landscape.
I have seen your eyes before
And I know you, ah yes, I know you.
You hate what I am, what we are.
You hate that we exist, that we flourish
Despite the searing heat of your hatred
But mostly you hate that we are not you.
We are not you because we have wings
We soar and test the winds
We fly free from the cage
We have broken the lock and opened the door.
You see us, flying
To dizzying heights,
To see past the horizon
While all you see is through the bars of your cage.
And you hate that we dare
That we dream, that we seek
That we find what we seek
In the mirror surface of the sky.
You would starve us
Deny us, take from us what would nourish us,
But we feed on a banquet of sunlight and rainbows
Away from your shadows.
We are what you are not.
We are brave, we are strong
We dare, we dare
To ask the important questions.
“Who am I?”
The question you could never ask
In case the answer might be
That you have wings and could fly.
Yes, many of us have stood at the curtain
And questioned our fate
And finding our purpose
Have laughed at the Footman.
To fly is a form of laughter
We swoop and pinwheel
At dizzying heights
And you think we should fear… we must fear
Your glare?
The glitter of your jealous eyes
Behind your safe, gilded bars?
And you wonder why we laugh.
For try as you might,
You can never catch us
Can never touch our souls that soar
And circle so far overhead.
We have seen the horizon
We have seen the sun rising
We have seen rainbows in the clouds
That promise a better tomorrow.
And we know that the sky
That wonderful, blue expanse
Has no limits, no bars to hold us
That if we try we can fly ever higher
Until we all
Circling far above you
Glittering with our shared light
Become a star…
A star reflected in your tears
That hides the hatred in your eyes.