Eyes

“Unsplash” photo by Christian Newman

You told me that my eyes were strange
Because they do not see as yours do
In black and white
Colors
Or lines, angles, and circles
But in energy, vibrations
Ellipses
Not in the present nor past nor future
But in time stood still
Or strands woven together on the weaver’s loom
Intertwined
Your spectacles will not correct my vision