with eyes set to the skies

with eyes set to the skies
sight never dies;

let lower your gaze,
grant honor to you—
if honor is given
and taken, too:
to be heard but not seen
is the power of few—
like songs sung inside
your words will ring true.
and the power of beauty
is the power to choose
so which of the two
did you hold to?
what beauty will always be
but what shines on and through!

like sunlight, under the eyes,
turning red inside you.

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