15/12/98. בהוקרה לכל האנשים הללו...

Bright eyes...
Windows to the soul,
Of a fellow traveler
On the journey to Death...
Windows in the wall
Of a mystery castle
In a confused land...
Lonely islands
In angry water
Rushing under
The great, great blue sky
Standing ever quietly,
Patiently, lovingly...
Shining In some men's beautiful eyes -
Windows to the soul...
They shine to all...
They sing with the rushing water
They sing with the rising sun
They sing in the morning
They sing at the night...
Bright eyes -
Windows to the soul...
Hey! Fellow traveler -
Do tell me all!