Vague never. Even lost in dreams those eyes

Fierce as a raptor's, fixated somewhere

Perhaps seeing a new sun on its rise

Or just born god ascending from his lair

Whatever sight your icy eyes behold

Whatever vision focuses your gaze

Doubtless you'll meet it straightforward and bold

Exploring all the detours and byways

Those are the eyes of a Magellan born

Tuned to the wonders of a secret world

Of Argonauts, spacemen and unicorns

Claymores, bloodlust, roars as the bagpipes skirled

Neverland called. Your spirit, outward bound,

Goal in sight, leapt from the merry-go-round.

SMT 12/24/2013