Eyes
Wild hair, veiling her eyes
A curtain, an ocean's corral spiraling down
A crescent wave rippling across the faded sight
But no mask, no veil, blocks the looks exchanged
Revealing the reality inside.
A window detained
From the secret that lies
The truth told through a distance glance
A stare that implies
The withering cold
Beneath the falling eyes.
Why whisper false words
For the tongue may lie
But the look may not
For in her disbelief
Its masking deceptions essentially dies.
Copyright © Demi Chang | Year Posted 2011
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