They tell of stories
They tell of dreams
Sometimes feelings
Are pulled past those seams
Each pair unique
Never the same
Watching where we go
And where we came
Some say they are
The entrance to our souls
Bursting with precious light
Or dark lifeless holes
Others cannot open them
Only we decide to let others in
By our own choice
Whether it be friend or kin
What’s inside is revealed
Through these ancient doorways
How we feel and what we really want to speak
Yet the words in our throats will forever stay
See those sleepy eyes?
See those hurting tears?
Of course you don’t
Because yours are showing fears
Tell me
Let your feelings out
Or let your eyes do it for you
There is no reason to doubt
Let it all flow
The tears of sorrow
The tears of pain
It will all be over by tomorrow
Just give me your hand
And look at my eyes
I trust you so please trust me
I will always tell the truth no lies
YOU ARE READING
Our Eyes
FantasyThis poem is about how eyes can be doorways into our inner selves and into our souls.