In a dream I saw an eye. Believe me when I say this, Very rarely do I lie.
It was an eye of pain, Of fear,And of agony.
It had no color, Nor was it black or white, it was full of emotions, And had amazing light.
That burning memory I did keep, To find I had been crying in my sleep.
Was it my eye I had seen? Or maybe it was the eye of the earth? Perhaps it even belonged to the overseer?
As far as I can see, It was the eye of the beholder.
It's beholder -
Whom?
I do not know.
Melissa
