Was There an Eye
Was there an eye in the vacant land,
where two hearts lived and died,
that may have noticed my outstretched hand
left ignored as i cried?
Was there one about the garden,
where once tread Adam and Eve,
that took sight of a cherubs foot
with a twitch preparing to leave?
Was there an ear to hear the sound
of the dying love coming round?
To listen to the noise
of pain as it destroys.
Was there an eye to catch the miracle
as you entered my heart and soul,
to witness the splendor of the day,
to see what remains untold?
