Our eyes

                                  

 

Our eyes

 

Eyes

Your eyes.

My eyes.

No sound, no motion.

Silence in our eyes.

Living for a moment to make a sound, to tell a word.

Don’t ask why.

Let it happen.

No words, no cry.

Don’t ask why.

Let it come as the sound of a coin dropped in a wishing well.

Don’t say a word.

Don’t ask why.