Listening Eyes

Listening eyes, they speak with certain glance, and yet are ever loving. Listening eyes, Which soak in the warmth, of your ever smiling face. With them I hear, With them I see, Into the beauty beneath. Scarred faces, Hidden lines, Your story lies within your eyes. A certain glance, and then I hear, The story that you fear to share. Beneath this sun, Beneath this moon, I sit in silence and study you, Beneath the layers of your skin, I seek to find what is akin, Who are you, What makes you this way, What are your secrets, Those that keep others at bay. Only will my eyes speak, Others will not hear the the stories peak, Here I will listen, And let your story unfold. Do not be afraid my friend, I have pure intentions. I will not share, nor will I accuse, I will not rebuke, nor will I use Your weakness to my advantage. I am here to help you heal, I hear your longing with my eyes, I see it in your shallow smile. You can tell me, Hear lets sit awhile. I will hear you with my listening eyes. *Authors note: I dont know how I feel about this one...I was hit with a bit of frustration, but for now, this is what it is. Maybe Ill change later. What do you think, should I or should I leave it how it is?