Eyes

Out of courtesy, out of politeness

I present you with the gift of eye contact

As I listen hollw eared

To your breathtaking, colorful, mess.

 

For love, desire and passion

I gaze into your eyes

Searching for a sign

That maybe, your heart is mine.

 

Perhaps out of interest, out of admiration

I happily, lightly, give you my eyes

To find such an object of interest

For rarely, will a person give me such an invitation.

 

Eyes can be a fountain of tears

A sign of sadness, frustration, and desperation

So I may force onto you my eyes

A silent cry for help, from all my fears.

 

Or maybe you're eyes begin to drizzle

And from across the room, my eyes

Will catch yours

An hopefully, you hear eyes that are kind.

 

And many times, my eyes talk

They are silent, but held evenly

As I reply to your challenge

In a game that one will loose eventually.

 

There are even times, my eyes scream,

A high pitched, angry yell

And I will paint you a beautiful expression

One that will surely teach you a lesson.

 

But most of the times, you will only recieve a glance

As my eyes wander in this space of matter

We look and look away

Many times, only by chance.