what is it about eyes
that captures and tells
of hidden strengths and fragile secrets.
what is it about the way
they hold a gaze or look away
that speaks like a language unto themselves.
it is neither the
corners nor the slant or the
size and the shape but the
aura that fills the lakes whose banks make up the
cheekbones brows and nose bridge.
how deep is this vast lake
such that human spirit can be
glimpsed as a fleeting reflection of a reflection.
how strange is it that through the
door of the glassy lake-bottom floor
lies an immeasurable ocean
beyond human comprehension.