Beginning
The eye is the window to the soul, they say,
defining your character,
your loves and passions,
you dreaded fears.
Your life.
The Beholder
I love your eyes,
so clear and so pure
with a touch of uncertainty
that warms my heart.
I wonder how you regard the universe
with eyes so unlike mine.
When they see you,
they peek into your eyes
where they find
hopes, dreams,
that will never end.
The Seer
Everyone sees my eyes
as such bright and beautiful symbols.
I do not usually see my own eyes.
In the mirror I do not
think much of them.
I hope that
you don't see the fire
beyond the irises.
The fire I try to hide.
For the fire burns and scars my eyes,
forever concealing the life behind them.
Ending
I understand now
that it is what you see
that defines you.
The universe you see when you look up
and behold the sea of stars.
