Your Eyes
I want to be your eyes
I want to see for you the way you used to see...
Thru my eyes
We will catch sight of the hills of Cambodia
I want to lend you my eyes.
We could walk thru forests to the North and thru the gate of Angkor Thom
Towards the ruins of the Angkor-wat..
...sit down ..side by side
and Gaze at the 1000 Temples dancing on the waters of the Tonle Sap
which lies..laid a shimmering carpet south of the Kulen Hills
As the heat fades from the day and the sun turns scarlet
Imagine the wondrous shapes dripping down the cliffs
As be- jewelled stone temples
And we could stand there and think on things...
Use my eyes so that you might see again.
The fertile fields of your Kingdom
There will be no Dark Age for you
.We’ll hire a rickshaw in Phnom Penh..
Phnom Penh ... the Pearl of Asia
Where the Mekong shoots
Like an artery straight from a pumping heart...
Flowing and ebbing lapping as rivers do..
....all that
We will take the pearl and polish it
I will give you back your eyes
So badly gouged from your young face
By the vile Brute who ran the Brothel
W here you were forced to worked..
Ah you shall see again..yes,,,you shall see.
Kristine Byrne 2nd July 2012