What do you hold in your eyes, what do your eyes hold for you; what do they spill?
Today I noticed in the crowd–
Eyes that spoke of forced silence
Eyes that spoke without respite
Eyes with flashes of light
Eyes without light – pitch dark
Eyes that nurtured sadness- mourning
Eyes burning with passion
Eyes filled with naughtiness
Eyes flaring with rage
Eyes that followed all
Eyes with trapped emotions
Innocent eyes I did find
No wonder they call eyes the window of soul, learn the art and you will be amazed to see the eternal dance of eyes.