I could die inside your black eyes —by Míchealín Daugherty You who walked up From the remnants of lifetime wars You who exonerates the Disciplines of the Eastern Land of Morning,Sun-rising The only man whose feet I have ever wanted to kiss, My Dancer, Teacher, Lover I could die inside your black eyes Faultless beauty Man-beautiful. Teach me to be the lotus In your sky, a flower In your hand Your Morning,Sun-rising And I will yield A thousand jeweled petals For your every smile My Dancer, Teacher, Lover I could die inside your black eyes Faultless beauty Man-beautiful... Copyright © 2008 Ireland's OWN. Page last updated 12 Jan 2008 Background and Ireland's OWN logo  by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2008 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.