Naked Eyes

Lyric Poetry

Old Catalog

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4 min

Naked Eyes



She’s the sky, my perfect sky

She’s the road that takes me home

She’s the moon, she’s the stars

She’s the room

And her naked eyes meet mine


She’s my skin, and she’s on fire

She lights a candle, and my desire

She’s the touch that takes you there

She’s the blanket when you’re scared

And her naked eyes meet mine


She’s the ship that reaches shore

She’s the dream that goes on

She’s the age that never dies

She soothes the pain that’s by my side

And her naked eyes meet mine

She’s the tree that bears

She’s the friend who cares

And her naked eyes meet mine

And her naked eyes meet mine

And her naked eyes meet mine

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.