Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems
The Eyes Are Windows
The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.
The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak,
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.
The eyes are windows of all cares,
Display the sad and wearied soul;
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.
His weak attempts to somehow hide
What's clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had ...
When truth is masked and lies declared as truth
Inversion comes around with Deception's fruit.
Those that patronize the blatant masquerade,
Fall prey into the same set trap that they made.
Inversion's like a quick sand that swallows everything,
Pretends to stand on rock but it is actually sinking.