I look into her eyes and see the

Vast expanse of the summer skies,

I’m just another fool wondering

Of the mystery behind those eyes,

I follow from a distance,

Afraid to take from the tree and eat

Of the fruit that will make me see,

It’s strange what the sight of a woman

Can do to the soul of a man;

She rises with the dawn of day and

Breathes deep the crisp morning air

As the morning light illuminates

Her soft and lovely hair,

Then she smiles and I see

The sun shining before my eyes;

She stretches and walks toward the sunrise,

She gives me a long, deep gaze

And I see a Blue Iris standing alone,

Shining above a field of beauty;

Her voice is the breeze blowing over

A sea of blue and I can hear her

Laughter as the waves come splashing

Upon the virgin shore on a

Fresh spring day,

A rainbow glows above my head;

I hear her name whispered as the

Sparrows take to the air behind me,

I see her tears on the dew sparkling

Upon the spider web as the sun

Shines over this newly lighted land;

She touches me and I feel the magic of

This world tingling down my spine;

In her face and upon her delicate,

Smooth skin (like the placid cloud

Sailing in the warm color of the sky),

I can see the mysteries of the

Universe laid before me;

I run my hand over the grass blowing in the

Midday wind and I am filled with her light,

Her truth, the meaning of my life;

The secret of love is carried on her scent,

Her beauty rises far above

The words I write about her;

I try to fill her needs and my name is fool,

I try to show her my soul and I am blindness,

Stumbling through the light;

I let her feel my heart so weak and my

Tears fall as I kneel in the dark,

I try to love her with all my strength,

But I’m just a man;

She is woman,

The mystery that man loves her for . . .

The fire of life glows in her eyes,

She holds the temptation of truth in her hands,

See the wonder of the world

In everything she touches;

She is the wind blowing through my hair,

The dreams spinning in my head,

The lightning playing upon my soul,

I swim in the sea of her love

And dance in her rain as she quenches

The thirst of man and watch in wonder

As life springs forth from her womb . . .

I kneel in worship as she bears this world

Of man on her ever strong shoulders;

Now I reach for this tree

And taste of the fruit and see . . .

I see the beginning of another mystery . . .