I have often found my mind wandering,
To the glint in your eyes that seems questioning,
Of the ways of this world, so brand new,
Hardened against the sore worlds residue.
I often have wished I could climb,
Behind those hazel eyes, into your mine,
So full of diamonds I am sure it is,
Too great of pleasures I hope I never shall miss.
I have sought some pleasure or some answers,
In those grey eyes of the masters,
Hoped to understand the way they work and play,
A passtime for each busied autumnal day.
However if I were to eventually find,
The answers behind those wide green eyes,
Would it end my thirst for understanding,
For the world through yours eyes of fire tantalising.