The Brightness of Night

If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,
Then behold...
Here is beauty.
These eyes that oversee the valley of life's great depths
Are looking upon the matrix of complexity with the love
Not of age but of the ages.
These pure and innocent eyes are the beholder of beauty,
Of wind, of grace, of the tree's breezes,
The night's lights and the calm before the storm of wisdom.
They appear to be the eyes of innocence...
But only innocence would think so.
These are the eyes of everlasting love...
The love only a child on Christmas morning knows how to express.
Childlike? Yes.
Youthful? Yes.
But don't ever think for a starlit minute that these eyes lack depth.
Look inside, you fool, and then you won't be fooled.
Look inside for the love of your life.
Look inside these eyes...
Then look back inside your soul
And you will discover not only ththe similarities
Between the moon's rays and the heart's haze...
But also the similarities between the shadow of sun and
The brightness