The Eyes

Do you ever think about wonders

Do they make you sit and wonder

How precious a sunset can be

How a touch can feel like thunder

How on an early September morning

The eyes can glisten so bright

I have not before recognized

Such quiet and resting might

Though I have gone through heaven and hell

Seen most of what can be seen

I have never quite looked at myself

Never known how beautiful I've been

Through my life I have searched for the impossible

For the calm inside the storm

Never before did I realize

The answer was with me since the day I was born

Then one day, as the light fell on my face

On an early September morning

I was stunned by the sight in the mirror

It almost seemed foreign

Something was different, something was new

In my eyes there was no pain

I saw only a shine that once was lost

Like the sea shines after the rain

The sight put a smile on my face

Hysterically I laughed and laughed

Why would I ever question and tarnish

Nature's own perfect craft

It is said that the eyes are windows to the soul

Though I never understood what that meant

Until that one early September morning

Until that strange event

As our bodies change and grow old

The eyes stay pretty much the same

They store every sunset, every sky

Every love and every shame

We may smile when we are hurting

We may laugh when the soul wants to cry

But the eyes we cannot manipulate

We cannot force them to stay dry

It is said that the eyes are windows to the soul

This much I know is true

When the soul is pretty, the eyes are pretty

When the soul is sad, the eyes are too