Wild Eyes dancing free, What more could ever be? Until twisting past and memory, Met familiar eyes in dancing stream, New as dawn and bright as dusk, he Whispered Wild Eyes to give her trust, breathing in the warmth once lost. Wild ones danced in their fiery dreams, Silent intimacy it seemed. Wild eyes remembered then, Shining out what once had been, New as dawn and bright as dusk. Wild eyes remembered then, Her eyes, dawn's reflection once again.
I like the flow of this poem. It feels very fluid and powerful to me. I love poety like this because i can tell that it means something personal to you whether you meant it to be that way or not.
