View point

Look into my eyes 
Can you imagine how?
How these windows that traps 
my very soul stays clear
Or how when you see me blink, the 
world in front of me somehow becomes a little bit more tense
It's because of you 
This ora you bestow on this physical plain makes all the nitches 
of life twinkle all into glory 
Like life's but a fairytale, and you are but a thought 
Your misty windows that infiltrates my mind makes me wonder
Does a god reside in you?
Does that make me a follower to your unknown mytiques?
Like love hurts no more but rather clings on to this rope your flame created
As for this time being
Do the trees hearken up to glory and let the clouds whistle down the moist of pleasure?
Or do we die and let magic dry?
And let our feet fry