Some eyes see only through a darkened haze
Behind dark lenses, blinkered, self-conditioned
Blind to the dancing joy where rainbows arc
Afraid to see the colours life commissioned.
Some eyes see far in pastel coloured glory
Leaving life behind them as they sail
Upon a golden mist of wonder in the morning
To reach a world that glows behind the veil.
Some eyes look inwards, seeing only self
Or mirrored images of other eyes
Colouring their vision with their fears,
They live in hope that every mirror lies.
Some eyes are dull and lifeless, hold no light,
No spark within, of happiness bereft,
All joy extinguished by the flow of tears
As sorrow weighs the pittance they have left.
Some see with certainty in monochrome
In black or white there is no compromise,
No shade of grey compassion in their glance,
No empathy or kindness in their eyes.
Yet some illuminate the world they see,
And some eyes burn with passionate desire,
Some hold the lambent argent of the seer
That radiate a visionary fire.
Then, there are those that simply look with love
They view the world with pure serenity
Within both dark and bright discover joy
And innocent, they see as children see.
In these eyes you may see a soul reflected
Held safe in beauty in another‘s view,
Look deep and take the gift of other’s seeing,
The soul into whose eyes you gaze is you.