Eyes of Sagacity
She wears a façade of roman armor
Almost as if she is holding her breath
Gasping.
Her face so vacant and inexplicable
So green with just a gentle touch of gold
She had eyes of sagacity.
I believe those eyes spoke louder than a choir.
Just look deeper
She speaks but her light pink lips never moved.
It was all in her eyes
It was in her soul.
She wore her armor well
Fitted.
She did not know but her eyes bared her all
Her pain
Her happiness.
And for some odd reason those eyes told me everything about her
What she wanted in life
And what she didn't.
There was so much passion being held hostage in those beautiful eyes.
In my perceptions I see no armor
No façade
Just a being so completely full of beauty
Full of essence.
But her survival perpetuated her brick wall.
She had built so high
But one thing she did not know was her cement wall was no competition.
I see beyond what's in front of me
A virtue or an omen
I do not know
Eyes of Sagacity wore her soul right on her sleeve
The idea was not visible but invisible
She was blinded by her own becoming's for a reason I do not know
Although seeing is not also believing but unconsciously understanding.
I saw and felt her depth
Eyes of sagacity may truly never speak to me
But her eyes will always look deep into my soul as she bares her all.
Dedicated to My Best Friend S. Rich
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Eyes of Sagacity
PoetryEyes of sagacity is a poem I wrote about one of my dearest friends. Always putting a wall in-front of herself as a barrier. She is quiet, composed reserved, and so very beautiful inside and out. She is Eyes of Sagacity.
