Recycled Eyes

When I looked into your eyes I was lifted to the skies

Comforted by the clouds as I tried them on for size

Leaving behind all forms of Earthly existence

I passed on over without resistance

Set free from bodily restriction

To be, to beam, to be the beam of light again

To see, to gleam, to see the gleam of night ascend

A sense of belonging I had once again found

My circle was complete for my universal matter had

Finally been recycled back round