Fleurette Elaine Harris
His Eyes - Poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
Still forever changing
Cold like firmament
Seeing all things
Giving no light to anything and to nothing
Invisible to those who can’t behold
Visible to only the initiated
Emotionless, shivering cold!
Yet traced with compassion?
Or is it unrest?
His eyes speak words like clouds
Confusing in a curious array
His eyes streak verbs of doubt
Challenging your vision of the light of day.
His eyes entrap your mind like magnet
compelling you to look
Deep within your soul.
His eyes personify depth;
You lose your step as you fall
Deep down below the darkness where
There exists a light in his eyes.
Once you find the light in his eyes
You will never be the same again.
Through his eyes you can come
To your own enlightenment
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