Les Yeux Poem by Brittany Flowers

Les yeux.

Captivate. Intrigue. Enlighten.

Lines of symmetry branch from a dark circle of mystery
Colors dance about prisms of light
And they’re all mirrored at night
And they sleep beneath a bed of subconscious.

Do not blink, you’ll miss a spare moment
Shut not, the medium of view
And the visuals that you once drew
And a single image is never a constant.

Movement is the repetition.

Cache a tale of a thousand tries
Attempt view through closed doors
And the footprints upon the floors
And be grasped by such cautious truths.

See each path but never once turn back
Penetrate what is so direct
And there is time anon to reflect
And remain steadfast on that before you.

Refrain from the contradiction
Piercing every thought conveyed
And all life connected or astray.
Les yeux should know the wisdom of intentions.

Captivated. Intrigued. Enlightened.

Les yeux.