Saturday, September 14, 2013



Eyes blink,
The wonder of happiness inside.
Sometimes tears well up,
upon the fists of anger.
Sweetly, eye brows protect,
Ashes through the closing of eye lids.
If eyes open, wide and round,
All views are safe, new, and solid like pound.
when eyes close tight, and still,
mind goes home for rest, on a green hill.
Eyes are like doors,
they lead you to another place.
Eyes are windows,
they show distanced world via reading or traveling.