DARK-VOID EYES
  















Dark-Void Eyes
© Cupideros, February 11, 2011

When the music is over lost little girl,
When the doors of perception look at you,
And the soft parade of Summer’s almost gone,
And you’re running blue on the ship of fools
Who only want to do the consumer Sunday blues:

Forgetting the body sees in sensations and touch.
Yet, the heart sees in cries and joys.
And the brain sees in a thousand eyes;
While the mind sees nine thousand ties.
But your soul sees with unknown mores
And known,
Sole-dark-void eyes what past
Present and future is stored behind the doors
Of our seemingly meaningless endless lives.

When the strange days come unhappy girl,
When you’re waiting for the sun,
And you’ve been down so long,
Love her madly my wild child.
Look in the mirror, say ‘Hello I love you.’
My eyes have seen you,
Rider on the storm,
My eyes have seen you,
Doing the shaman’s blues.

Your body sees in sensations and touch.
Yet, the heart sees in cries and joys.
And the brain sees in a thousand eyes;
While the mind sees nine thousand ties.
But your soul sees with unknown mores
And known
Sole-dark-void eyes what past
Present and future is stored behind the doors
Of our seemingly meaningless endless lives.

Love street is the way to break on through,
Love street takes you past the road house blues.
Love street the moonlight drive, the Spanish caravan
And in the end, the easier ride through the end of night
Not to touch the earth again.
Where I can’t see your face in my mind’s eye.

Tell all the people my wild child,
You make me real.
Tell all the people my wild child,
The doors of perception
Are like a gyre.

You love me two times in sensations and touch.
Your heart sees in cries and joys.
Your brain sees in a thousand eyes;
Your mind sees nine thousand ties.
Your soul sees with unknown mores
And known
Sole-dark-void eyes what past
Present and future is stored behind the doors
Of our seemingly meaningless endless lives.

Do it. 
Light my fire.
Make me your peace frog (Prince).
Yes, light my fire.
People are strange--
Yeah, light my fire.
We could be so good together--
Light my fire.
Come on baby,
Come on baby,
Light my fire.
The doors of perception are a spire.
Come on baby, light my fire.





Thanks for reading this poem.

--cupideros

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