Author Peter H. Lee Falling on my knees,Pressing my hands together,Thousand-Eyed Sound Observer,I implore thee.Yield me,Who lacks,One among your thousand eyes;By your mystery restore me whole.If you grant me one of your many eyes,Oh, the bounty, then, of your charity. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments