gazing

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of hide-n-seekBut that's how we'll forever play this lifeLoving and living the truth that we seekUntil embraced we find our way to striveGazing into strangers' eyes to find our soul mates,Knowing we're so much closer than we thought.Our heart keeps the light that forever radiatesThrough all the darkness, 'til love is taughtAnd yet again we look into the skies,We see the stars, the moon, that lightMissing our home beyond the nightsLiving in love until the end of the fight.

Looking but not seeing is the hearing but not understanding of the eye.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

What a face this girl possessed!__ould I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born.

Many obese people spend a significant amount of their energy on suppressing the urge to tell some of the people who are staring at them that they do not eat as much and as frequently as they seem to.

Hopeful visions touch possibilities that only exist in the gaze of the faithful.

I didn__ like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.