My feet are the whispers between lovers that hear
they take me to places that sometimes I fear
they fly with the wings that blind men can see
and travel so fast that I can be free
My eyes are the windows in a house made of pains
they open to truths that are lost in the rain
they close out the lies that hide in the night
and lead me on to the Guiding Light
My heart is the freedom that binds us all
yet before I speak it answers the call
it closes my mind when I wish to dream on
and will play my part when I am long gone
My soul is the secret between best friends
unravel the strands and the world is within
my world is a fairy tale locked in a book
your dream is the key, so take a look.
Terri Hope Waters
January 1997