Eyes are precious,
yet cursed
fragile, yet deep.
empty, yet never filled.
They chase what glitters
and what glooms.
They hang the world on an open curtain,
but mostly see only
what they want to believe.
Still, we don't look with eyes alone.
We look with the heart
they are tied to.
We find people whose space is a world of pretend,
Where everything is fine,
Where finding wrinkles that form with a smile,
Feels like a gift
And tears come from nothing sad.
A moment of peace formed from something trapping chaos.
Our eyes recognize
The memories I use to name,
The joy I lost,
or moments I never had.
Our Eyes pretend they can speak everything,
perhaps because there are depths
words were never meant to reach.
The expressions only a few can recognize
and a longing carried in tears.
to find something precious
without a curse.
Something small,
yet powerful.
A clear globe of sky
with only one sun.
Something to comprehend the lines in the dark,
The gates pulling down into an endless abyss,
I don't know what I might find, but I don't want to be blind.