Eyes

In chaos , I look into her eyes and find peace.
In darkness, I look into her eyes and find light.
In pain, I look into her eyes and find relief.
In sorrow, I look into her eyes and find solace.

There is something about those pearl-round, charcoal-black, marble-like glistening eyes. They have a thing about them that makes them something….divine.

They have a way about them. An enigma. A mystery.
Like, they say a thousand words when the world stands quiet.
They smile loads when no one is watching.
They sing songs of the past when the nightingales rest.
They show glimpses of the future no crystal ball can show.
They praise when the earth and heaven disapprove.
They shed tears when the clouds won’t dare.
They burn with rage when the coals have all bur burnt out.
They splash when the seas are calm.

They are all nature has to offer.
They are a gift to the world just as much the world is a gift to them.

What is so special about them, you ask?

They will show you heaven and hell and good and bad and pious and unholy and worthy and unworthy.
All in a blink.
They are not just eyes.
They are my windows to her world.
And mine.

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