The beautiful sight

[writeaholic707]

With doors to souls closed,
No one would ever know,
What lay there behind closed eyes,
Yet only seen in the foreshadowed sky.

I feel you coming whether I to you;
Or you to I...
A thought so deeply thought,
That near madness I did try,
To know your coming
Or your time

With doors to souls closed,
No one would ever know,
What lay there behind closed eyes,
Yet only seen in the foreshadowed sky.

But now I know it folly,
To listen to those lies,
But yet it is good to rest
In peace with you by my side;
Leading... Directing... and keeping by my side.

Only seen in the foreshadowed sky...