Finding the light in the midst of despair
And dazzle at the summits of their hopes
It’s a moment of danger
The pierced motion
Can’t find its path
The desire toward the world of truth
Inviting to impose by the uncompromised
Who yearns for blameless intimacy
And release of the caged faintheart
Led by the moon
Guiding to the indistinct
My art,
The accomplishment from the forsakenness
When the grotesque parody of humanity has evolved
The twisted I,
Become the dissenter of future eyes.
My great work,
Is a monument to the eyes of the ages,
Sang to the irises
And all the way down to the foul body
To the restless heart
And, another human heart
It constitutes the sole shadow on my loneliness
That the eternality has been made.
Catherine Yen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-of-the-ages/
