I spy, Beautiful Eyes

I spy
the glow of someone's beautiful eyes
while in my demise
the dream flies through the frightnening ties
as i begin to climb
... i slowly come to an end
but how i reach the peak
will always depend
on how i see the top
but i must re-invent the vision
on the way through creation
i now view from over what I seek
and the beautiful eyes will always
look just as good from the top of the peak
as the they do from the bases of the mountain.