The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure –...

And then there was the way you cast your gaze, A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire.

When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

She never answered. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare,reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drownin the sorrow of those depthless black pools.

and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.

Unfortunately for him he looked more like an innocent man on America’s terror watch-list rather than a gallant Viking possessing all the benefits of modernity. More like a villain in a Western fairy tale with...

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming....

For dinner I had seared sneer with a glaze of distant gaze, and a side of mashed pride covered in grace.

The stupidity of gossips is that they become frightened when they see your face, and a little word from your mouth makes them vibrate like an electrocuted criminal.

He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

Wow! Who is that sexy woman she’s standing next to?

Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen.

I got lost In your ocean-green eyesAnd I drownedIn the sweetest desireOf your warm gazeWave after waveWith no chanceTo survive.

My love grows long, and my smile is wide. My gaze is deep, and my penchant for making up words is apopleggio.

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that’s a question.

These were people who hunted for a way to erase the haunted, malnourished gaze from their souls and replace it with their faith in freedom and safety.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?

As I turned to leave, I looked down. Beside my foot, a sprout of greenery was clawing its way through the pristine nothingness to begin anew. It was later that I realized my haven had...

now the question we must ask is…what kind of _practices_ [theology] motivates, what kind of _gaze_ onto others, the guest, the new arrivant, it offers us to carry with us; _not_ who my neighbors are...

I held her gaze as I held her in my arms. With all that holding I couldn’t hold on to the moment, and it slipped past me into the lonely past.

She raised her head when she heard my step, and her gaze met my own, over the matron’s dipping shoulder, and her eyes grew bright. I knew then how hard it had been to keep,...

There is nothing to be found in human eyes, and that is their terrifying and dolorous enigma, their abominable and delusive charm. There is nothing but that which we put there ourselves. That is why...

Ultimately,we hear things because we cannot see everything.