Dreaming

As I lay in bed tired from daily activities, my back and legs widlyed with pain from caring me from here to there. my eyes grently close my mind still in a fog I breath deeply, and say my nightly prayers. I'm asleep. when I open my eyes all I can see is trees , lash green trees; that look like skyscrapers, all I can smell is freash air, freash spring are; that was like mother natures own personal chennal #5 to the world. I begin to walk though this whinmsical forest and came upon a small creek the water dancing over the small pebbles, shimmering like millions of tiny diamonds in a black night sky. I'm sitting. I look up to a clear blue sky that drops of sun light slips those the tall trees and hits my cheeks, the warmth is welcoming to me, leaves look like they are painted on to the canves of a sky, 'this it too good to be true.' I thought I closed my eyes once again, and open, it was morning, and so my day beings again.

person behide the eyes

Who is the person behide the eyes of the soul? Is it a vibrated spirit, that fills the world with life and color ? Or a broken spirit that has been batter and torn from lifes weight, stuggling for ever breath? So I ask you again who is the person behide the eyes of the soul.