Arm over shoulders-
My eyes have seen
Too many things.
One a friend, the other,
Him who has drawn me in,
To give my ears,
When I hear
His voice singing,
To have them filled
Bottom to brim,
And even deeper
Into my being
With that voice which resounds
In me, at a heart-bound
Frequency, teasing the thin
Walls of my heart that hold
Feelings from sanity-
They must be shut,
Those eyes that see;
But the heart still longs,
The mind still thinks,
And the ears still hear
Too many things.
