The Prison of Your Eyes


Like a stranger, like a lover
Like a father to a child
Like a sister to a brother
Many eyes on me have smiled

But like the painter to the picture
Like the potter to the clay
Like the penman to the paper
Like the hunter to the prey

They seemed to try to find me -
That they failed is no surprise
For they only sought to bind me
In the prison of their eyes.

Now like a lark or like a lady
Like a swan upon the stream
Like a woodland green and shady
Images of you I dream

As the rhythm to the drummer
Or the nightfall to the dew
As the swallow to the summer
So to me my love are you

The world cannot constrain you
Your heart is open to the skies . . .
Ah, see - I seek to chain you
In the prison of my eyes!