Eyes are truly the windows to the soul; but what does that mean? |
The first thing you notice is her eyes Eyes that dance with mischief Twin pools of infinite trust in all things A child’s eyes Chocolate brown warmth Filled with innocent, wild joy The first thing you notice Is her eyes The eyes that once shone with laughter Still they pretend cheerfulness But you can see Something new Terrible flecks of ebony pain Blackened sparks of anger And spite A loss of innocence Is reflected in those eyes The first thing you notice Is her eyes Green with pale triumph Seductive Powerful The eyes that tore a father from his child The eyes that turned warm, chocolate faith To cold, ebony reality A woman’s eyes The first thing you notice Is his eyes Startling blue Like the October sky Revealing eyes, treacherous eyes They give away much Too much Pain Anger Terrible sadness All are seen in those betraying eyes Even in laughter They show cynicism Behind the smiling, beautiful blueness Lies the knowledge That joy is but temporary And mirth, shorter still All will end Sooner or later The first thing you notice Is his eyes Indignant Troubled The eyes that were the subject Of such cynical mirth They took away the pain In the October sky If only because they showed pain themselves And with the loss of dignity Comes the giving of such temporary happiness At another’s expense Who is at fault? The first thing you notice Is your eyes As you look in the mirror The shadows of wretchedness Though they fade now Are still there for you to see Memories are in those eyes Memories of dark times They narrow and close in disdain Those times are over It is time for your hazel eyes to shine with laughter Time for you to show yourself The first thing you notice Is their eyes |