Your Eyes

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Your eyes,

The ones that I stare into

Time and time again

Trying to depict what they hold

And after all this time

I think I've finally figured it out

Those eyes hold every sunset

All at once, showering the earth

With their soft light and harmony

But they also hold each sunrise

Continually waking me from an

Ongoing slumber that I wasn't even aware of

Those eyes hold the dreams of a child,

Fresh and bright,

The ideas that things will get better,

The ideas of the future

Those eyes hold the night sky

Sprinkled with glittering stars

As if it's simply the icing on

The cake that is the earth

Those eyes hold the love

Of a mother to her newborn

Pure and true and unfathomable

Even to those who have the joy of witnessing it

Those eyes hold light, joy, laughter

Those eyes are true and bright

But I can't help noticing that among the irises

There are specs of grey

Dull, bland, sad specs of grey.

There are sunsets, but after there's darkness

There are sunrises that cast shadows

Under your eyes.

The child’s dream comes with a nightmare

And there is not nearly enough stars in the sky To count your tragedies.

Those eyes hold the love

That a mother was only able

To give after enduring the pain of birth.

Those eyes -- your eyes!

They hold it all!

Joy, laughter, light,

Darkness, terror, pain.

They hold it all!

Yet all of it is still a mystery

All of it's a secret.

So, I guess I haven't figured it out,

What your eyes hold

The eyes I stare into

Time and time again.

But I will unlock your mystery

If only you would let me.

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Hi! I finished this last night and I read it at Lit Mag (writing club) today, so I figured why not post it. :)


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