You’re the figure in my dreams
With your ever-changing eyes and hidden smile
I watch you as you walk away
Leaving your thoughts and yourself behind

I’d like to think you see my dreams
But instead you dream your own
Can I see the world from your mind for a while,
And what secrets you hold at the back of those sad eyes?

Those beautiful, silent, changing eyes
I glance up again and you’re gone
But if I came to your doorway I’d find you in a tree,
Grinning at me with your eyes.

 
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