amazing glimpses into the churning flow of your thoughts
make me wonder at the beauty behind your eyes
frighteningly dark or frivolously light you weave
a pattern of right and wrong, good and evil
like the clear water of a river running deep
over a rolling bed of rocks and roots
sifting through silt and lost things
until you find the sparkle of something that makes sense
i wonder at the beauty behind your eyes
because you make me understand things
that i forgot i could