. . . the hidden truth will always live on
inside your eyes, inside my eyes

the truth, the hidden truth lives on

amongst dead and newborn hopes

This is the secret. Love wouldn't exist
without the life - giving power of
hope. The child of art speaks to you

words of wisdom, words that have
taken a place in the landskape of your
eyes. Dark secrets - Dead hopes -
the darkness in your eyes.

Newborn hopes, the twinkle in your eyes

what makes your smile become
the gate to heaven.

Dead hopes and alive speak to you
of things to come and what has been.

The love in you Is

One with your heartbeat

The essence of your breath . . .

The scent of a flower

Open your eyes
Speak to me from within . . .