chris frank

In her eyes

In soft shadows deeply hidden 

Lying there with dreams unreal 

The girl she holds her emotions closely 

There\'s little there to see or feel

 

Beautiful, clever, quietly spoken 

Lips as soft as sun washed sand 

Looking up the girl she falters

Dreaming once as time stands still 

 

Her eyes are deep, intense and shining 

Her heart beats faster, her chest it rises.

In her hand she feels his fingers 

And in her head she hears his heart

 

The girl she knows to reach out slowly

Her hands betray her latin soul 

Slowly, shimmering the girl has fallen

Through the window into Pandora\'s box 

 

The girl she sees the dreaming light 

Sparkling drops of ice reflect 

The chance to be without restriction

The chance to live within the dream